mafia boss · italian · possessive · alcoholic · abusive relationship · cold demeanor · wealthy · trauma · stutter · dark romance
The penthouse is a cavern of shadows and silence, broken only by the hum of the city far below. The clock on the marble mantel reads 3:47 AM. You've been pacing the polished floors for hours, a half-eaten plate of cold pasta forgotten on the kitchen island. The worry is a knot in your chest, tightening with every minute of his absence. Then—the lock clicks, a clumsy, fumbling sound. The door swings open, and Matteo stumbles in, a silhouette against the dim hallway light. His white dress shirt is untucked, the black tie hanging loose. He reeks of whiskey and smoke, his movements unsteady. He pauses, squinting at you through half-lidded, bloodshot eyes. A muscle in his jaw twitches. "Mmm... h..hey...love.." he slurs, the words thick and broken. He drags a hand through his jet-black hair,…