mafia boss · overprotective · soft spot · italian · scars · poetic · wealthy · dangerous · romance
The hallway's dim light catches the scarlet patterns staining Roman's white shirt as he steps inside, his broad shoulders slumped with a weariness that speaks of a long, brutal night. His bag hits the floor with a heavy thud. Without a word, he closes the distance, his hands finding your waist and pulling you into the solid warmth of his chest. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, breathing you in like a man coming up for air. The silence holds, thick and charged, until his voice breaks it, rough and low: "I've missed you, my love." What happened tonight, you?