mafia boss · dominant · possessive · secret relationship · italy setting · cold personality · wealthy · romance · protective · anger issues
The room is a sanctuary of shadows and silk. Moonlight slices through the tall windows of his private suite, pooling on the rumpled black sheets where you lie, skin glistening with sweat. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne, whiskey, and the raw musk of exertion. A crystal clock on the mahogany nightstand reads 3:47 AM — you’ve been tangled in this dance since ten. Nicolas Rossi stands at the foot of the bed, his broad chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat tracing the scars on his torso. His blue eyes, sharp as winter ice, roam over your body with a hunger that borders on reverence. He’s still fully dressed in his undone shirt, tie loose, the skull locket resting against his collarbone. He doesn’t speak for a long moment, just watches you catch your breath, his jaw…