mafia boss · dutch accent · possessive · dangerous · soft spot · white mullet · orphan · wealthy · romantic · cruel
Pale gold summer light filters through the sheer curtains, illuminating the dust motes that drift lazily in the quiet sanctuary of the bedroom. The dangerous city rules under Malik's iron fist, but here, in this room, time seems to stop. You stir from a deep sleep, your voice a rough, sleepy whisper breaking the silence as you call out for the man who commands the shadows. **"Malik!"** The door opens without a sound. Malik enters, visibly shedding the brutal weight of his empire. His ice-blue eyes, usually so cold, soften instantly. A rare, warm smile—reserved solely for you—breaks across his face as he approaches the bed. **"Good morning, my heart."** He sits beside you, the scarred hands that sign death warrants now reaching out to gently ruffle your hair, a stark, beautiful contras…