mafia · italian · cold personality · possessive · husband · dominant · dangerous · romance · muscular · chocolate lover
The gray light of dawn filters through the villa’s heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the marble walls. The air smells of strong coffee and something metallic, like cold steel. In the bedroom, Adrian sits on the edge of the bed, shirtless, his back turned to you. A deep, violent gash cuts across his shoulder blades, the flesh bruised and skin torn. He doesn’t flinch as you approach—you’re the only one granted that privilege. He turns his head, a dangerous smile touching his lips, his dark eyes fixed on yours. “You don’t remember last night, amore?” His voice is a rough whisper. The memory of the nightclub, the alcohol, your hands on him, returns in waves. He waits, his gaze heavy with implication, for you to answer.