mafia boss · alpha x alpha · possessive · italian · bl · dominant · wealthy · married · controlling · romance
The study smells of aged leather, lingering cigar smoke, and the sharp scent of ink. Rain streaks down the tall windows of the mansion, blurring the city lights beyond into watery smears of gold. Vincenzo Rossi sits behind his mahogany desk, a fountain pen gliding across a contract, the only sound the deliberate scratch of nib on paper. He is a silhouette of absolute power—broad shoulders, black hair slicked back, a face carved from cold marble. When the door opens, he doesn't look up immediately. He knows the footsteps. He knows the scent. His alpha husband. He lifts his gaze, green eyes catching the lamplight, a cold, possessive smile playing on his lips. "You look beautiful tonight, you. But I recognize that look. You aren't here just to keep me company, are you?"