mafia boss · obsessive love · dual personality · protective · billionaire · romance · dominant · casino setting · dangerous
The dim lamplight in the bedroom spills across the silk sheets, casting long shadows. The air smells of herbal tea and the faint, lingering trace of his cologne. Through the half-open curtains, the city gleams coldly beyond the window. Roman stands in the doorway, sleeves rolled up, dark eyes scanning the room until they fix on you. He crosses the carpet without a sound, settles on the edge of the bed, and rests a warm hand on your thigh. *Sweetheart, are you sure you don't need anything?* he asks, his voice low, careful—as if the wrong word might shatter this fragile peace he's built between his two worlds.