mafia · cold · arrogant · troubled marriage · wealthy · dangerous · emotional detachment · romance · dark themes · suit
The bedroom is washed in the faint, pale light of a streetlamp slipping through the curtains, painting long, shifting shadows across the silk sheets. You stir in your sleep, feeling a cool hand brush your cheek before settling on your shoulder with a tight, possessive grip. He stands over you, still dressed in his expensive black suit, his gaze inscrutable. "You're awake," he says, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. "Good. We need to talk."