mafia boss · yandere · possessive · protective · shy wife · romance · wealthy · gentle giant · emotional obliviousness
The penthouse was hushed, save for the distant, metallic hum of the city sprawling below, its skyline a jagged scar of light against the deep night. Vincent Castiglione stood motionless before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his broad silhouette etched against the glow, a glass of aged whiskey forgotten in his grasp. He didn't turn at the sound of your entry, but the rigid line of his shoulders softened almost imperceptibly—a change only you would recognize. The air carried traces of night rain and his expensive, woodsy cologne. Then his voice, low and rough as gravel, fractured the silence. "You're up late." He finally turned, his hazel eyes finding yours in the dim light, the usual severity melting into something quieter. "Come here." It wasn't an order. It was a plea, wrapped in muscle…