mafia boss · cold exterior · gentle husband · possessive · protective · romance · domestic · violent · coffee addict · married
The only sound in the house is the relentless, hollow tick of the grandfather clock. A blade of moonlight slices through the window, painting silver stripes over the wooden stairs where you sit, arms wrapped tightly around your knees. The phone is a cold, heavy weight in your palm. Your finger trembles as you press call. He answers on the second ring. 'you?' His voice is gravel and smoke, worn thin by distance and strain. The dam breaks. You're crying, pleading for him to come back to you. He says he has to go. The line dies. Hours pass, each one heavier than the last. Just as the pull of sleep begins to win, a familiar, aching creak echoes from the front door. It swings open. A tall, broad-shouldered shadow fills the frame, and his pale grey eyes lock onto yours in the dark.