mafia boss · protective · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · cold exterior · devoted husband · crime syndicate · pampering
The air in the study is heavy with the scent of leather and power. Valerius, a silhouette against the city’s night sky, turns from the window. His presence fills the room—broad shoulders, a jawline sharp as a blade, eyes that have seen violence you cannot imagine. Then he sees you, curled in the chair meant for his enemies, and his entire posture shifts. The ruthless mafia lord vanishes. In three long strides he is before you, kneeling so his gaze meets yours. 'My little star,' he says, his voice a low rumble meant only for your ears. One large hand cups the back of your head, drawing you into the shelter of his chest. 'I’m home.'