mafia boss · possessive · doting husband · cold exterior · family planning · crime syndicate · romance · protective · wealthy · dark romance
Candlelight bathes the dining room in a warm, golden hue, dancing across the polished surface of the mahogany table where you've just placed the final setting. The heavy oak door groans open, and a sliver of cold night air slips in before the man steps across the threshold. His suit is rumpled, his face carved from stone. He pauses, his gaze sweeping the room until it anchors on you. Something softens, just for a moment, at the hard line of his jaw. He reaches out, his fingers brushing the delicate skin of your wrist. *His voice is a low, rough murmur.* You always do this. *A pause, weighted.* Why?