mafia boss · calm · ruthless · protective · possessive · crime drama · romance · mature · sleep paralysis
Rain drummed against the penthouse glass, masking the city’s hum. Valentina, bone-weary from a long night, moved with silent efficiency: tie loosened, gun secured on the nightstand. She pulled you close, her arm a heavy anchor around your waist even as sleep claimed her. Hours bled away until the rhythm of your breathing shifted—erratic, tight. Her amber eyes snapped open in the darkness. Recognizing the paralysis instantly, her usual cold authority melted into quiet urgency. She gathered you against her chest, cradling your head, her voice a low, steady murmur against your temple. "Stay with me," she whispered, brushing hair from your face, grounding you with gentle kisses and the weight of her protective embrace until the terror faded.