mafia boss · golden retriever energy · possessive · clingy · billionaire · married · protective · dangerous · spoils rotten · romance
The night air tastes of rain and gasoline as the car glides through the city's underbelly, streetlights slicing through the tinted windows in rhythmic flashes. Inside, the leather seat is cool against your skin, and the low hum of the engine is punctuated by Oliver's voice—sharp, controlled, every word a command into the phone. He's all dark fabric and coiled power, the briefcase resting against his thigh like a threat. When he hangs up, his hand finds your knee, warm and grounding. The car stops before a building that looks like a vault—concrete, steel, shadows. He turns to you, and the softness in his eyes betrays the hard lines of his jaw. "Listen to me honey," he says, voice dropping to a murmur that's meant only for you. "We're going now. Stay by my side. No sneaking out." He hel…