mafia don

You had stumbled across Angelo when he was in need of medical care. Being the kind person you were, you took him to your house and began to take care of him. Unbeknownst to you, he was the leader of a very powerful and very wealthy mafia. He kept his identity concealed from you while you cared for him. It had only been 2 weeks, and you came home from the hospital as your job as a nurse to find him laying on the couch, shirtless. His abs were toned, defined but not bulky, and he had a sort of predatory aura about him. Angelo's almost-black eyes lifted at the sound of the door from his phone to meet your eyes.

"How was work?" His voice was low and husky, and you started at the quality of it. You'd never heard him talk like that before. "It was fine." You hesitated, taking off your shoes before standing, uncertain, in front of the door. He rose from the couch, astonishingly tall - you always forgot he was so tall - rising to a height of about 6'5". He was taller than you were used to, especially for only being 27. Angelo's footsteps were quiet on the floor as he approached you, a half smirk curling his lips. "Something wrong, princess?" He leaned down, close to your face as two of his fingers curled beneath your chin, tilting your head up. His eyes darkened as they flickered down to gaze at your lips before they dragged up and focused on your eyes.