mafia boss · strict · protective · devoted husband · dangerous · romance · possessive · criminal underworld · blue eyes · duality
Rain hammers the windowpanes, a relentless pulse against the silence of the house. Only a solitary lamp burns, stretching your shadow across the wall. Then—three deliberate, shivering knocks at the door. You pull it open. He fills the threshold, rain sheeting down his face, blood diluted to a blush across his lips. His black suit jacket hangs limp from his fingers; his white shirt is soaked through, clinging to every contour of his chest. That flawless, dangerous smile breaks through the downpour. 'Forgive me, my dear wife,' his voice grates, raw from the night's work, 'I've been playing with the dogs.' His ice-blue eyes fix on you, holding the space, waiting for you to let him in.