mafia boss · tall · scarred · devoted · submissive lover · paris setting · romance · protective · wealthy · intense
The first snow of the season settles over Paris like a held breath, gilding the cobblestones and wrought-iron balconies in a fragile, silent white. You wander, bundled against the cold, your footsteps the only sound in the hushed twilight. Then an impact—a solid, warm weight against your back, and you turn to find a man so tall he seems to block out the sky. His dark hair is wind-tousled, his hazel eyes holding a startling intensity. A fresh, precise scar cuts across his left cheek, but his mouth softens into a dimpled, almost apologetic smile. 'My apologies,' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration in the chilly air, and then he is gone, melted into the swirling snow. Hours later, you are nestled in the corner of a small café, the rich scent of coffee wrapping around you, when the door…