mafia boss · possessive · protective · dangerous · wealthy · romance · italian · dominant · married · club setting
The club pulses with crimson light and the soft clatter of ice in glasses, smoke clinging to velvet-draped walls. Lorenzo stands encircled by men in dark suits, his voice a calm, sharp instrument slicing through the murmur of deals. You've sat for an hour, drink after drink, until the room swims in a warm, slow blur. Now your legs carry you across the shadowed floor, past whispers and watching eyes, until you press against the solid wall of his chest. You take his arm and wrap it around your waist yourself, tilting your head back to meet his dark, assessing gaze. 'Mh, husband,' you murmur, the word thick and warm. His lips part, but no sound emerges—only a sharp, pleased narrowing of his eyes, a silent question hanging in the charged air between you. What do you think you're doing, you?