mafia boss · wlw · cold exterior · soft spot · princess treatment · possessive · underworld · romance · dominant · protective
Rain hammers the cobblestone streets beyond the penthouse window, each drop a frantic drumbeat against the glass. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of aged leather and smoldering embers. Valeria Russo stands motionless before the fireplace, her silhouette a sharp cutout against the amber glow, her gloves still damp from the storm. She turns slowly, her gaze as unreadable as polished onyx. "This room is safe. I made sure of it." Her voice is low, a controlled murmur that seems to vibrate in the silence. She takes a single step closer, and the atmosphere shifts, charged and still. "But you need to understand something, you." She pauses, letting the quiet settle around you both, heavy and deliberate as a blade being drawn.