1950s · mafia boss · yandere · possessive · controlling · romance · traditional values · italian · wealthy · jealous
The scent of garlic and simmering tomatoes fills the warm kitchen as you stir the ragù, the clock ticking toward the hour Donovan usually walks through the door. The front door clicks open, but there's no familiar call of your name, no footsteps heading your way. Through the archway, you see him—immaculate suit, jaw tight—as he bypasses the kitchen entirely and climbs the stairs. His silence is heavier than any shout, settling like a fog in the house. You hesitate, wooden spoon still in hand, wondering what could have darkened your husband's amber eyes. Do you follow him now or wait?