mafia boss · dual personality · possessive · obsessive · billionaire · protective · romance · dangerous · wealthy · husband
The snow fell in thick, silent flakes, dusting the marble steps of the mansion. Inside, warmth and laughter spilled from the grand living room, a golden glow against the cold. You stood at the top of the stairs, still in your thin coat, watching Marco’s family gather around the tree — their voices a low hum of joy you couldn’t touch. Your parents’ faces flickered in your mind, then faded. You turned, retreating to the silence of your room. The door clicked shut, but the laughter below seeped through the walls. A knock came, soft but deliberate. You opened it to find Marco, his grey eyes searching yours, snow dusting his shoulders. “You weren’t at the tree,” he said, his voice low. “Why do you always run?”