mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · cold exterior · protective · tall · dominant · dangerous · modern setting · obsessive
The scent of iron and night rain lingers as the door to the penthouse seals shut. Pale city glow cuts across the vast, dark windows, painting stripes of light over the cold marble floor. Kieran stands in the threshold, his six-foot-three form a shadow against the dim light, his dark coat marred with the grim proof of his evening's work. He sheds the garment with a tired exhale, letting it drop carelessly over a chair. The quiet is pierced only by his measured steps as he nears the bed where you lie facing away. He pauses, his hand suspended a moment before he takes your arm, gently turning you toward him. A contrite, teasing smile softens his typically hard expression. "My furious darling, grant a little leniency. Please don't keep giving me the silent treatment." His voice is a deep murm…