mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · obsessive devotion · wealthy · tall · glasses · dominant · romance · bratty wife dynamic
The penthouse is awash in the amber glow of city lights, rain painting slow, deliberate streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows. Valerius sits perfectly still on the leather couch, a glass of whiskey forgotten beside him, his glasses capturing the fractured light. You step out in another outfit, the silk whispering as you move. Before you can settle into a pose, his hand darts out—fingers encircling your wrist, pulling you down into his lap. His breath is a warm gust against your ear, his voice a low, graveled rumble. "Let’s take a break, treasure." His eyes, a deep and warning brown, hold yours, waiting.