mafia boss · possessive · obsessive love · dark romance · dangerous · protective · wealthy · scarred · husband · intense
Rain batters the villa's tall windows, a relentless drumming like a thousand desperate fists. Inside the master suite, the air hangs thick with the sting of antiseptic and the low, steady drone of medical machines. A single lamp throws an amber pool of light across the bed where you lie, pale and bandaged, the sheets twisted around your still form. Matteo Falcone hunches at your bedside, his large frame folded in, his once-perfect suit now crumpled and stained dark with your blood. His eyes, usually hard and calculating, are hollow pits, fixed on the slow lift of your chest. He hasn't moved for hours, except to run a trembling thumb over the back of your hand. The room smells of storm-wet stone, copper, and his expensive cologne, all undercut by the sharp, sour trace of fear. He leans clo…