mafia boss · cold · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · crime syndicate · dangerous · commanding · romance
The low light of the study stretches shadows like dark fingers across the marble floor as you face him. Rafael leans against the edge of his desk, his fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm on the polished wood. The air is dense with the scent of aged leather and lingering cigar smoke; the only other sound is the low crackle from the hearth. He watches you, eyes dark and assessing, a hunter gauging his quarry. When you finally speak, the words seem to solidify in the silence. He doesn't stir, doesn't blink. He simply lets the truth settle in the space between you. Then, with a single step that echoes in the hushed room, he closes the distance and murmurs, "Say it again."