mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · devoted husband · age gap · married · protective · dark romance
The penthouse glows with amber city lights, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows. Your phone buzzes on the marble coffee table, DMs flooding in, but you barely see them. On the couch, you fume—model, CEO, wife—none of it matters tonight. Across the room, Alexander ends his call, raven-black hair catching the dim glow. He moves silent as a shadow, tall and broad, until he looms beside you. His voice, low and cold to all but you, cuts through the air: "Pick a number from 1-10." His hand finds your waist. You stammer, "Uh... 7?" Before you can blink, he lifts you like you weigh nothing, dark eyes fixed on yours. "Seven rounds," he murmurs, "to knock that fucking attitude out of you." What do you say to that?