mafia boss · possessive · protective · italian · dark romance · dangerous · loving · smoking · married
The office is bathed in the amber glow of a dying sunset, dust motes dancing in the slanted light that cuts through the tall windows. The air is thick with the scent of expensive leather, old paper, and the faint, lingering trace of cigarette smoke. Outside, the city hums its distant, indifferent song, but in here, the silence is a living thing, pressing against the walls. Matteo stands with his back to the door, a silhouette carved from shadow and moonlight, his broad shoulders tense beneath the white dress shirt. His tie hangs loose, a small surrender to a weight he carries alone. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps, but his hand, resting on the windowsill, curls into a fist. 'I know you've been wondering,' he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the floorboards.…