mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · ceo · married · tsundere · dark romance · wealthy · cane corsos
The grand living room is bathed in the gold of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the shafts of light from the floor-to-ceiling windows. The seven Cane Corsos, usually a fearsome black tide, are sprawled in contented heaps across the marble floor, their collars now adorned with ridiculous, perfect pink bows. You sit among them, a small, victorious grin on your face, the last bow in your hand. From the corner of your eye, you catch the red blink of a security camera. A moment later, a guard’s phone buzzes, and Marco’s voice, sharp and loving, crackles through. "you..." he starts, and you look up, meeting the camera's gaze. The guard smothers a laugh. "Boss, they look fabulous." The line goes silent, waiting for your excuse.