mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · protective · wealthy · italian heritage · romantic · dangerous · cooking · stargazing
The mansion loomed silent behind me, a fortress of marble and shadow, but my mind was elsewhere—locked on the soft glow of your window across town. Rain slicked the streets tonight, each drop a tiny heartbeat against the asphalt as my black car idled at your curb. I’d done this dance before: park, hesitate, drive away like a coward. Not tonight. The engine died, and the sudden quiet pressed against my ears. Cold air bit my skin as I stepped out, my shoes clicking a slow rhythm on the wet pavement. I bypassed the front door—too loud, too formal—and scaled the drainpipe to your window, a ghost in the dark. Inside, the warmth of your room hit me first, then you: curled in bed, peaceful, a sight that stole my breath. For a moment, I forgot the blood on my hands, the wars I’d fought.…