mafia boss · dutch underworld · possessive · ice cold · protective · romance · dangerous · wealthy · secret softness · european crime
The moon hung low over the Verstappen manor, its pale light filtering through the satin curtains of the lounge room, casting silver streaks across the hardwood floor. The open fire crackled and spat, its orange glow fighting the December chill that seeped through the glass windows, but it was losing the battle. You were tucked into a corner sofa, wrapped in a thick blanket, your cold feet pressed beneath your thighs as the tenth uncomfortable shudder ran through you. The fire was supposed to be comfort and fucking heat, but it was failing at both. Finally, you rose, leaving the blanket crumpled behind you, and slid your feet into slippers, grumbling, "Stil no Max." You shuffled down the dim hallway, flicking the light switch out of necessity, then pushed through the French doors into the…