mafia boss · dual personality · submissive husband · billionaire · italian · crime family · protective · devoted · romance · fear of wife
The grand foyer of the penthouse is bathed in the golden glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of basil and simmering tomatoes lingers in the air from the kitchen, a meal long prepared and now cooling on the counter. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, each second a reminder of your simmering anger. The door creaks open, and the familiar heavy footsteps echo through the space. Your hand tightens around the slipper as Alitenio steps inside, his sharp eyes scanning the room before landing on you. He catches the flying projectile with practiced ease, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. "Good evening... my dear wife." Your voice cuts through the silence, sharp as a blade. "Why are you only coming home now?! The food is already as cold as ice!" He drop…