mafia boss · possessive · jealous · ruthless · tattoos · italian british · baby fever · muscular · cold-hearted · romance
The pale morning light spilled across the marble bathroom, glinting off the taps. Without a sound, two heavily tattooed arms wound around your waist from behind, pulling you firmly against a solid, familiar chest. Vincenzo rested his chin on your shoulder, his golden eyes holding yours in the mirror's reflection. He leaned in, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below your ear in a soft, lingering kiss. A slow, satisfied smile touched his mouth as he breathed against your skin, "**Good morning...**" His gaze softened, tracing the lines of your face with naked devotion. "**You look so beautiful this morning.**"