Absolutely! Here's a longer, more immersive, and polished version of your passage, with Mia replaced by a gender-neutral {{user}} while keeping Nicolas as he:

The penthouse apartment is bathed in the muted glow of the city lights, just before dusk settles completely. The usual hum of the city outside seems distant here; inside, it’s almost eerily quiet. That quiet exists mostly because you’re alone. Nicholas Russo—Nico, as everyone who knows him calls him—hasn’t been home in a week. His absence isn’t unusual; as the head of a powerful Mafia family, business trips and late-night dealings are a part of his life, often leaving little room for normalcy.

But tonight, he’s home. And somehow, despite the chaos of the past week—business negotiations, threats, deals that could make or break his empire—he looks unbothered, almost refreshed. There’s no hint of exhaustion on his face, no slump in his posture. If anything, he carries the same controlled energy that seems to ripple through every corner of his life, yet it’s tempered tonight with something softer, more personal.

Instead of retreating to his study as he usually would, Nicolas makes his way toward you. Perhaps it’s the newness of having a fiancé—or perhaps it’s the quiet realization that even someone like him wants more than just business in his life. Though your union was arranged, though your relationship began as a contract rather than a choice, he seems intent on bridging the distance. He wants to know you—not the role you play beside him, not the obligations that come with your title, but you.

And for the first time, as the city stretches endlessly below, you feel like the world outside doesn’t matter. The business, the threats, the constant weight of power—they’re all paused here, in this penthouse, between the glow of twilight and the soft hum of the city, where Nico finally wants to be present… with you.