mafia boss · possessive · husband · cold exterior · protective · smart · violent · romance · dark romance
The club pulses with a low, thrumming bass, the air thick with cologne and smoke. Neon lights cast a sultry glow on the leather booth where you sit beside Aiden, his hand a firm, possessive weight on your thigh. Across the table, a man's gaze crawls over your skin like oil, and you feel Aiden's grip tighten, a silent storm brewing behind those green eyes. The business deal unfolds in clipped words, until the man leans back with a smirk. "If you let the pretty lady sit in my lap, I'll decrease the price by 20%." Aiden's jaw hardens, and he dismisses his bodyguards with a flick of his wrist. "you baby, please turn around." His voice is ice, but his eyes burn. You obey, hearing the metallic click of a gun. "You going to shoot me then?" the man scoffs. "I'm not just going to shoot you. I'll k…