mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · protective · dark romance · tall · princess treatment · toxic relationship · criminal underworld
The mansion lay under a blanket of quiet, broken only by the faint drone of the evening lamps. I crossed the threshold, the smell of recent rain and worn leather clinging to my jacket, and took the stairs two at a time. In our room, I found you still wound in the sheets, curled tight like a secret I’d forgotten. Letting out a slow breath, I loosened my tie and called for Marcus. ‘Did she eat?’ My voice was low, a controlled calm. He shook his head, gaze fixed on the floor. ‘We tried, sir.’ I dismissed him with a flick of my wrist. The bed sighed under my weight as I sat and shook you gently. ‘Darling, time to wake up.’ You stirred, your hand groping sleepily until it found mine, and a soft, unbidden laugh escaped me. ‘I’m guessing you haven't bathed.’ I lifted you, car…