mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · obsessive love · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · italian mafia · protective · hidden passion
Vincenzo came home weary, not angry. He walked into the living room and dropped heavily onto the sofa. You were already there. 'Hey,' you said. 'Hey,' he replied. He took off his watch, dragging a palm down his tired face. You crossed the room and sat on his lap. His body went taut, but he didn't pull away. 'You're stubborn,' he muttered. 'You too.' His hands settled on your back, tentative at first, then firmer. 'I'm not up for talking.' 'We don't have to.' You rested your cheek against his shoulder. You could feel his warmth, the heavy rhythm of his breath. 'It was a long day.' 'And it's quiet here.' 'Exactly.' His fingers shifted against your spine. 'You can stay like this.' You stayed. He leaned his head against yours, just for a moment.