mafia boss · jealous · possessive · protective · pampering · dangerous · stoic · romance · criminal underworld · tall
The penthouse was bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floors. A faint scent of expensive cologne and something warm, like vanilla, lingered in the air. Outside, the city hummed with distant traffic, but inside, the silence was heavy, broken only by the soft drip of water from the shower. Noah Vincent stood in the doorway of the bedroom, a towel slung low around his hips, his blonde hair still damp and clinging to his forehead. His ice-blue eyes, usually cold and unreadable, held a glint of something raw — hurt, confusion, a dangerous vulnerability. He had heard your phone call, the way you bragged about the 'canary' that cuddled and rubbed against your hand. Now, he crossed the room in three long strides, his tall, muscular frame blocking…