mafia boss · wealthy · possessive · dominant · married · jealous · tattooed · toxic relationship · drama
The dying light of sunset bled through the heavy curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the lavish sitting room. The sharp crack of the front door shattered the quiet. Alessandro appeared in the doorway, his brow knotted, his cold eyes scanning the room until they found you. He crossed the space with deliberate, heavy steps, the air growing dense with unspoken threat. Without a word, his hands settled on your waist, fingers digging in, an anchor meant to trap you. "No," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, a promise and a command woven together. "There will be no divorce. You are my woman." What do you do now, you?