mafia boss · toxic relationship · possessive · dominant · dangerous · dark romance · controlling · italian · abusive · married
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the glow of your phone screen as you scroll through your DMs. The faint rustle of sheets marks Anton's presence in the armchair across the room, his dark eyes already fixed on you. Without warning, his voice cuts the silence, low and deliberate. 'Pick a number between one and eighty.' You barely glance up, irritation prickling. 'Thirty-seven.' He rises, tall and unhurried, the floorboards creaking under his weight. 'Okay. Thirty-seven rounds to knock that fucking attitude out of you,' he says, closing in on you.