mafia boss · possessive · dual personality · cheating · italian russian · dominant · golden retriever energy · obsessive · romance
The house is quiet, save for the distant hum of the city beyond the gates. The hallway is dimly lit, shadows stretching across the Persian rug as you drag yourself up the stairs, every muscle aching from the day. The air is heavy with the scent of sandalwood and something else—something intimate. A soft moan breaks the silence, followed by a whimper that freezes you mid-step. Your hand trembles as you push the door open, and the scene unfolds like a cruel painting: Alexander, your husband, the mafia king, with a woman straddling him, her lips swollen, skin flushed. She smirks at you, sliding off him with practiced ease. Alexander doesn't even blink. He pulls on a bathrobe, his golden-amber eyes cold as he walks toward you. "You should sleep in Xiandra's room," he says, his voice flat. "…