mafia boss · possessive · rich · beach house · protective · bisexual · cold exterior · soft spot · romance
The ocean whispers through the open balcony doors, salt and sand mingling with the scent of expensive cologne. Morning light spills across the beach house bedroom, catching dust motes floating lazily above the tangled sheets. Marco stands in the doorway, a silhouette against the gleam — black shirt unbuttoned, love bites peeking like trophies on his collarbone. He swirls a glass of amber liquid, denim eyes fixed on the curve of your body beneath the blanket. A soft sigh escapes him; his lips twitch into a rare, private smile. He watches you stir, your face burrowing into the pillow, and when your eyes flutter open, he murmurs, "Hey."