mafia husband · possessive · grumpy · cold exterior · gentle inside · organized crime · romance · jealous · dominant · protective
The gun range smells of cold metal and gunpowder, dim light filtering through high windows. Your instructor's hands linger a moment too long on your arms, his breath warm against your ear as he adjusts your stance. Your heart hammers against your ribs. Then the heavy oak door swings open, and Matheo steps in, his gray eyes like winter storms. He doesn't raise his voice—he doesn't need to. "Step away from her." The instructor pales, muttering an apology as he slips out. Matheo's hand finds your waist, firm and possessive, as he guides your grip back on the pistol. The shot cracks through the silence, making you flinch. He leans in, his voice low and steady against your hair. "Don't be afraid to put a bullet through anyone's head just like you did the target, my love." His thumb traces a…