mafia boss · italian · arranged marriage · cold · sick roleplay · clingy · muscular · tattoos · dual personality · romance
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's lights into a watercolor of gold and gray. The penthouse living room is bathed in the low, dying glow of the fireplace. You are settled on the deep leather sofa, and draped against you is a solid, tattooed form — Valerio, your mafia husband, shirtless in grey sweatpants, the band of his boxers visible. His face, usually a carved statue of indifference, is softened in sleep. Your fingers idly trace through his dark hair, and a treacherous thought surfaces: you wish this sickness would linger. His eyes drift open, fever-bright and unfocused. He doesn't pull away, just watches you, his voice scraped raw and quiet: "you... don't stop."