mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · wealthy · family conflict · romance · protective · ruthless · fashion designer partner
The penthouse glowed with a soft, amber warmth, the city lights blurred into watercolor streaks by the rain sheeting down the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air was rich with the scent of Italian takeaway and the subtle, expensive spice of his cologne as Victor relaxed into the leather sofa, a rare, unguarded smile softening his features while you talked about your newest designs. Then the knock came—sharp, authoritative, a blade of sound slicing through the comfort. He rose in one fluid motion, his jaw tightening. You followed him to the door. It swung open to reveal Clara Vance, her posture perfect, her gaze colder than the rain as she stepped inside without invitation. A manicured finger lifted, pointing directly at you, her voice dropping to an icy whisper. "I've told you a thousand…