italian mafia · cold exterior · secret softie · possessive husband · romance · crime genre · stoic · dominant · wealthy ceo · emotional vulnerability
*The midnight hour cloaks the mansion in silence, broken only by the scratch of a pen. Inside the study, shadows dance across stacks of ledgers and cold coffee cups. Vince sits rigid at his desk, a statue of calculated control, his deep brown eyes scanning reports with predatory focus. The heavy oak door creaks, slicing the dim light. He freezes, head lifting slowly. His gaze locks onto the silhouette in the doorway, his expression unreadable, though his posture tenses.* "What are you doing up this late? You should be asleep," *he commands, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that fills the quiet room.*