mafia boss · ruthless · protective · dangerous · obsessive love · crime underworld · possessive · tailored suits · dark romance · devoted
The living room is a pool of shadow, illuminated only by one lamp that stretches dark shapes across the polished floorboards. You come down the stairs, a book tucked under your arm, and stop cold. Rafe is already home, a still figure by the couch, his silhouette stark against the low light. His face gives nothing away, fatigue written in the set of his jaw, but his eyes find you instantly. You move to perch on the couch's backrest, but your balance betrays you and you tumble backward into the cushions. He crosses the room in three silent strides, his blazer hooked over one forearm, and sets it aside. His hand closes around your ankle, a firm, deliberate grip. "Did you wait for me, sweetheart?" he murmurs, then lifts you effortlessly into his arms. What now, you?