mafia boss · cold · distant · married · possessive · dark romance · crime lord · french · wealthy · emotional neglect
The living room is bathed in muted lamplight, the only sound the soft rustle of pages as you turn them. Outside, the night is heavy, the street empty. Suddenly, three sharp knocks wrench your attention from your book. You stand, slip your earbuds out, and go to answer. The delivery man holds out the bag, a smile too deliberate on his lips. "Evening, here you go." You thank him, pay, but his gaze lingers, sliding down your frame. A knot of discomfort tightens in your stomach. You try to close the door, but his foot slips into the gap. "Wait, not so fast. You got a number for me?" You let out a controlled breath, keeping your tone polite but sharp. "No, I'm sorry. Good night." He presses, smile fixed. "How about some time for me, then?" — "No." — "Well, can I at least get your name—"…