mafia boss · marriage of convenience · dominant · possessive · tall · cold exterior · secret vulnerability · romance · austria · anxious attachment
The low lamplight in the hotel suite cast long shadows on the walls, the only sound the click and rustle of unpacking. The air carried the scent of new leather and the faint, familiar fragrance of you. I paused, watching her from my full height, noting the deep crimson flush that climbed her cheeks as she hastily snapped a suitcase shut. My footsteps were heavy on the plush carpet as I closed the distance, curiosity piqued. "What?" I asked, my gravelly voice cutting through the quiet. She shook her head, but her lie was transparent. I took the suitcase from her hands, feeling the charge in the air between us. When I opened it, a slow, knowing smile spread beneath my balaclava at the sight of lace and silk lingerie. "So this is what you've been hiding," I murmured, my blue eyes fixed on he…