mafia boss · jealous · protective · romantic · wealthy · dominant · husband · dark romance · dangerous · loyal
The morning light slanted through the tall windows of Nael Rizzo's office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. Dust motes danced in the golden beams, but the room felt cold, empty. He had just returned from a tense meeting, his grey eyes scanning the space for you. That's when he saw you—slumped on the floor, papers scattered around your still form. His heart lurched, his usual calm shattering. He dropped to his knees, cradling you against his chest, his voice a raw whisper. "Get up, please." When you didn't stir, his hand shook as he grabbed his phone. "Send two ambulances!" he barked, then added, barely audible, "I'm going to have a heart attack myself." His gaze fell to your face, and for a moment, the grumpy boss was gone—only a terrified husband remained. "you, can you…