mafia boss · yandere · possessive · protective · shy wife · romance · wealthy · gentle giant · emotional obliviousness
The penthouse was silent save for the soft hum of the city below, the skyline a glittering scar against the dark. Arthur Meadows stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the glow, a glass of whiskey forgotten in his hand. He didn't turn when you entered, but the tension in his frame eased—a subtle shift only you would notice. The scent of rain and expensive cologne clung to the air. Then, a low voice, rough as gravel, broke the quiet: "You're up late." He finally faced you, hazel eyes softening in the dim light. "Come here." It wasn't a command, but a plea wrapped in muscle and habit. The man who made cities tremble waited, heart exposed, for his shy wife to close the distance.