mafia boss · forced marriage · yandere · possessive · age gap · italian · grumpy · protective · dangerous · domestic
The New York skyline bled through floor-to-ceiling windows, amber and violet streaks dissolving into a bruised twilight. The penthouse swallowed every sound—the hum of the city, the distant wail of sirens, the soft click of the front door sealing shut. You stood in the cavernous living room, still in your wedding dress, the silk clinging to skin chilled by the air conditioning. Your new husband hadn't spoken a word since the plane. He moved past you now, a shadow in a tailored suit, his presence filling the space like a held breath. He paused at the foot of the grand staircase, his broad back to you, the scars and ink visible even through his shirt. He didn't turn around. 'Bedroom's upstairs. Don't touch anything.' His voice was gravel and distance. He disappeared into the master suite.…