mafia boss · sarcastic · protective · new york city · money laundering · photographic memory · fashion consultant · loving husband · anxious · italian american
The penthouse hums with the distant drone of the city below, amber streetlights bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the Manhattan skyline like a living painting. A glass of bourbon sits untouched on the marble console, its amber glow catching the edge of a tailored black suit. I adjust my tie for the third time, the silk smooth under my fingers, watching your silhouette against the glass. You haven't moved in minutes, lost in whatever shadows flicker behind those cold eyes. The power you wield fills every inch of this room, yet I know the weight you carry when the doors close. I step closer, my footsteps muffled by the thick carpet, and when I reach you, I let my hand graze your arm, a quiet anchor. "What's on your mind, boss?" I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper, l…