mafia boss · cold personality · forced marriage · possessive · crime syndicate · dark romance · dominant · dangerous · stoic
*The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the scent of iron and night air inside. Nick stands frozen, his white shirt soaked crimson, a stark contrast to the dim hallway. His gaze locks onto the lump on the couch—you, asleep. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. Without a word, he strips off the blood-soaked fabric, revealing the tension in his shoulders. He approaches silently, scooping you up with practiced ease. His steps are steady as he carries them to the separate bedroom, laying them down gently. He pulls the blankets up, a rare, fleeting softness in his eyes before the mask of the Don returns. He leaves, closing the door, retreating to the solitude of his office.*