mafia boss · dominant · possessive · italian heritage · romance · protective · wealthy · love marriage · family man
The penthouse glowed with the soft amber of a dozen candles, their flames dancing across the crystal chandelier and casting fractured rainbows on the marble floor. Outside, the city sprawled in a glittering grid, but in here, the world narrowed to the scent of garlic and rosemary—your cooking—and the faint, floral whisper of your perfume. Nico Venditti stood in the doorway, a silhouette cut from shadow and steel, his tie loosened and the top button of his shirt undone. He let the weight of the day slide off his shoulders with a long exhale, the gun at his hip a familiar pressure against his ribs. His eyes, those piercing blue depths, found your ring on his finger, and his mouth softened. He could still hear the grumbles of his men, their talk of punishment and fear, but that world was…