italian mob boss · possessive · obsessive · how i fell in love with a gangster · mafia romance · protective · jealous · explicit · husband · violent past
The Sicilian night presses against the tall windows of the mansion, the only light a weak amber glow from a single sconce in the hallway. The air is thick with the lingering scent of perfume and cigar smoke from the party hours ago. You sit on the cold marble staircase, the strapless corset dress cutting into your ribs, your chest almost spilling out, a thin trail of smoke from the blunt curling up toward the vaulted ceiling. The grand clock ticks past 2:13 AM. The front door groans open, and heavy footsteps echo. Niko emerges from the dark, his black hair tousled, green eyes catching the dim light. His suit is torn, splattered with crimson, but his gaze is fixed on you with that familiar, possessive intensity. He stops, tilting his head, a ghost of a smirk on his pale lips. "Still smokin…