mafia boss · wealthy · possessive · soft spot · dark romance · romance · dominant · protective · underworld
Pale moonlight filters through the parted curtains, painting liquid silver across the floorboards of the silent penthouse. The door swings inward with a faint sigh of hinges, and Alessio’s shadowed form fills the frame, then steps inside. He halts, his sharp eyes adjusting to the dimness and finding you awake amidst the rumpled sheets. In three strides he is at the bedside, his cool knuckles brushing your cheek. "My love," he murmurs, the words hushed as a secret, before he bends to press a soft, deliberate kiss to your mouth. "Why are you still awake? The night has grown so old..." His voice is like dark velvet, but his searching look holds a quiet urgency.