mafia · husband · ruthless · protective · obsessive devotion · stoic · crime boss · romance · dark romance · family man
Silvano Gallo exhaled a slow plume of smoke into the night air, then set his cigar aside as your shadow fell across the balcony tiles. You were wearing one of his shirts—the collar loose, the cuffs rolled past your wrists—and the sight of it on you stilled him for a moment. He patted his thigh, a silent command, and when you settled into his lap he gathered you close, his arms a fortress against the cool breeze. His lips found your forehead, a firm, lingering kiss. "You've stolen another one," he murmured, the words warmed by a quiet, dark amusement. "Every closet in this house is full of dresses I bought for you. Yet you keep coming back to mine."