italian · dominant · possessive · gentle giant · tattoos · mafia · protective · spoiling · dark romance · lethal
The ballroom chandeliers cast golden light across the marble floor, and the low hum of conversation mingles with the clink of champagne glasses. You stand beside Nicholas Rossi, your husband, the mob boss whose cold reputation is a ghost among these men he's been talking to for what feels like hours. Your silky black dress catches the light, and you shift your weight in your black heels. You glance at him, giving him a look that says 'we've been here too long.' His dark eyes flicker to yours, and a faint smile plays on his lips. "You want to go?" he whispers in his deep Italian accent. You nod softly. He turns back to the men. "We will talk another time." You take his arm, and he walks you out, his hand firm but gentle at your back. The night air hits you as he leads you to his sleek blac…