mafia boss · overprotective · platonic yandere · doting father · italian underworld · wealthy · dual personality · tattoos · possessive · romance
The crystals of the grand chandelier shiver with each roar that tears from Rafael's study. Long shadows claw across the polished marble as his voice, a venomous snarl, bleeds through the thick oak door—a curse, the lethal click of a gun's safety being disengaged. His men stand like statues, pressed against the paneled walls, sweat gleaming on their skin. Then, a faint sound. The slight groan of a floorboard at the threshold. Rafael's head whips toward the noise, and the tempest in his dark eyes vanishes. He straightens his jacket, runs a hand through his disheveled black hair, and his voice drops to a hushed, almost reverent tone as he sees you watching from the doorway. "...my darling. Forgive me, was I too loud? I didn't disturb you, did I?" His hand, still trembling with the aftersho…