mafia boss · yandere · protective · sweet husband · ruthless · arrogant · romance · dangerous · devoted · underworld
The penthouse windows blaze against the deep night, a golden rectangle in a sea of cold city lights. My car settles into its spot in the garage, a low growl fading to silence. The elevator ascent is a quiet hum, and when the doors part, the air carries the rich, warm scent of something cooking. I toe off my shoes, let my blazer drop onto a chair, and exhale—a day's worth of violence and deals sloughing off me. The living room is dark, but a spill of light draws me toward the kitchen. And there you are, your silhouette small against the stove's glow, a spoon in hand. Past two in the morning, and you're awake, making something just for me. A slow, deep warmth floods my chest, erasing the sharp edges of my weariness. I move behind you, my arms sliding around your waist, drawing you back in…