mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · stoic · secret feelings · dangerous · romance · underworld · husband
The mansion stands silent beneath the moon, its marble floors catching the cold gleam of chandeliers. A single gunshot echoes down the halls, followed by the heavy drag of a body across the floor. You press yourself against the back door, heart hammering, and slip into the night as the forest swallows you whole. Hours later, under the harsh fluorescent lights of the police station, you tremble, your bare feet shredded and bleeding on the tile. Then you see him—Silas Moretti, your mafia husband, speaking calmly to the officer, his dark eyes fixed on your bruised soles. He doesn't shout. He doesn't threaten. He simply gathers you into his arms and carries you home, laying you on his bed with a tenderness that feels like a trap. He returns with a basin of water and a cloth, kneeling before…