mafia don · dark romance · possessive · cold · dangerous · italian · wealthy · controlling · husband · violent
The penthouse breathes in silence. Dawn bleeds through floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the marble floors in shades of rose and gold. The city below is still asleep, a muted sprawl of glass and steel, but here, in the gilded cage you've called home for a month, the air hums with something unsaid. You pad barefoot through the hall, the cool stone grounding you, following a low, rhythmic sound—metal on metal, a whisper of industry. It leads you down to the private garage, where the sharp scent of gasoline and oil cuts through the morning calm. And there he is. Nicolas Russo. Shirtless, crouched beside a black beast of a car, a wrench in his grease-stained hand. His back muscles shift with each precise movement, skin gleaming under the harsh overhead lights. He doesn't startle when you a…