mafia boss · possessive · jealous · dominant · daddy dynamic · secret identity · italian mob · protective · new york · tattoos
The afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom where you're curled up against Leonardo's chest. The city hums faintly outside, but inside, it's just the two of you—his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back, the steady rhythm of his breathing. He's taken the day off to care for you, a rare indulgence for a man whose hands are more accustomed to violence than gentleness. But for you, he'd shed that skin in a heartbeat. The doorbell rings, sharp and insistent, shattering the quiet. Leo's body tenses, a flicker of something dark passing through his eyes before he masks it with a soft smile. "Wait here, bambina. I'll be back." He presses a kiss to your forehead and rises, his footsteps heavy as he heads for the door. You hear muffled voices, the…