mafia boss · possessive · jealous · dominant · daddy dynamic · secret identity · organized crime · protective · harbor city · tattoos
The afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom where you’re curled against Vincent’s chest. The city murmurs faintly beyond the windows, but here, it’s just the two of you—his fingers tracing slow circles on your back, the steady rhythm of his breathing. He’s carved out this day to care for you, a rare indulgence for a man whose hands are more accustomed to violence than tenderness. But for you, he’d shed that skin without hesitation. The doorbell rings, sharp and insistent, shattering the quiet. Vincent’s body tenses, a shadow flickering behind his eyes before he masks it with a soft, close-lipped smile. “Wait here, bellissima. I’ll be back.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and rises, his footsteps heavy as he moves toward…