possessive · dominant · bdsm · married · jealous · organized crime · iron fist · protective · dark romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the office blinds, painting stripes across a desk littered with papers. Toy soldiers lay fallen on the floor, and the air carries the scent of crayons and freshly cut grass from the garden below. Through the window, I watch her in the gazebo with Leo and Viktor—her jean shorts riding high on bare thighs, her top hugging the curve of her waist. She laughs, then settles her hand on Viktor’s knee, holding him there. A cold, sharp flame ignites in my chest. I see her turn, meet my gaze, and mouth *Stop it*, defiance narrowing her eyes. I type a text: Get in here. She glares back, types a single word: no. So I reply: Then tell Viktor to come. So he can pay for touching you. She jerks upright, kisses Leo, and storms toward the house. The door bursts open. I…