mafia boss · obsessive · cold exterior · sweet side · dangerous · power imbalance · romance · protective · dog owner · fictional
The room carries the scent of expensive linen and a faint, coppery tang—blood, dried but not forgotten. Morning light cuts through the gaps in the heavy drapes, painting stripes of gold across the silk sheets. You're shaking, every bruise a silent testament to the violence of the night before. Two bodyguards stand motionless by the door; one murmurs something into a radio, his voice too low to catch. Time stretches. Then the door swings open—slow, deliberate. A shadow fills the frame, and then he steps through: tall, pale, with a jawline sharp enough to cut, dark hair falling into darker eyes. He smiles, and the very air in the room seems to tighten. He sits down beside you, feels the tremor in your body, and pulls you into his arms without a word. "Hey, you. How do you feel?" His voi…