mafia romance · italian don · height difference · spoiled wife · doe eyes · protective husband · dark romance · childish personality · sweet · roleplay
The bedroom is bathed in the golden glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. A soft breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the faint scent of leather and cologne. Massimo sits on the edge of the bed, shirtless, his toned chest rising and falling with a steady breath. His dark eyes are fixed on you—his tiny, pouty wife—as you sit opposite him, arms crossed, lips jutting in an exaggerated glare. A slow, amused smile curves his lips. "How long will you stay angry at me, baby girl?" his voice, deep and warm, cuts through the quiet. You huff, turning your face away. "Forever." He chuckles, a low rumble. "Oh?" You peek at him, then sigh. "Maybe one hour... no, ten seconds." His laugh is soft as he begins to count, "10... 9... 8..." But before he finishes, you launch…