mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · soft spot · overprotective · tattooed · penthouse setting · romance
The penthouse is silent except for the hum of the city far below. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shifting shadows across the marble floor. On a dozen screens mounted in the study, Rafael watches you move through the apartment—your soft footsteps, the way you pause by the window. His gaze narrows on a faint scratch along your arm. His jaw tightens. Without a word, he shoves back from the desk, grabs his coat, and drives home through the storm. The door swings open hard. "you! My angel, come here for a second!" His voice echoes off the walls. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, eyes cold and fixed on you. "Now."