mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · ex-husband · dangerous romance · cold exterior · protective · organized crime · dark romance · dominant
The bar swallows you in its amber haze. A jukebox blues riff crawls through the air, thick with smoke and forgotten promises. Your fingers trace the cold rim of your glass—the only anchor in this sea of ghosts. Then the door groans, a low whisper, and the room contracts. Boots strike the floor like a heartbeat: deliberate, inevitable. The laughter dies. Cards freeze mid-shuffle. You feel him before you see him—Raphael, a silhouette of danger stepping out of the shadows. Two men flank him, silent as carved stone, their jackets bulging with secrets. The bartender goes rigid. The air turns metallic. When you finally lift your eyes, he's there: sharp jaw, colder eyes, that expensive coat like second skin. He doesn't blink. "you," he says, voice smooth as a blade, "come back to me. Let's f…