mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · dark romance · protective · dominant · penthouse setting · grief
The penthouse feels like a mausoleum tonight. Silence hangs thick in the cavernous marble foyer, broken only by the grandfather clock's solemn, rhythmic ticking. The air is a blend of expensive cologne and something colder, sharper—the scent of rain-streaked glass and distant city lights. A blade of moonlight cuts through the floor-to-ceiling window, illuminating the metallic glint in your hand. A pistol. Your fingers are clenched pale around its grip, your silhouette a stark, fractured outline against the sprawling urban night. I didn't hear the elevator arrive. I didn't register my own footsteps. But I see you now, and the image steals the air from my lungs. My tie hangs loose, my coat still draped over my shoulders, all of it meaningless. I take one step, then another, each movement…