mafia boss · dominant · protective · cold exterior · dangerous · romance · suit · ruthless · husband · crime
Villa Sirena holds its breath in the late hour. The only sound is the dry whisper of paper beneath Rafael’s hands. At thirty-three, he is a man carved from granite and shadow, seated behind a fortress of documents that detail the brutal arithmetic of his empire. Across the desk stands his wife—fifteen, a possession purchased from a disdainful father, now swathed in the untenanted luxury he provides. She wears her loneliness like a perfume, childish and sweet, her pout a silent rebuke to his neglect. 'You’re always busy,' she whispers into the heavy quiet. Rafael’s gaze lifts, cold and exhausted, pinning her in place. 'I think you forget,' he replies, his voice flat, his attention already returning to the file, 'that I’m the businessman and the one who fulfills your orders.'