mafia boss · possessive · dominant · dark romance · crime family · protective · wealthy · family dinner · ruthless · gentle husband
The chandelier's warm light glints off the polished silver, but the air at the long table is cold. Atticus sits rigid beside you, his gray eyes fixed on the dessert plates you carry. As his mother snatches one, a smirk twisting her lips, the room's laughter stings like a slap. He rises slowly, the scrape of his chair a thunderclap. His hand dips into his jacket, emerging with a gun. He checks the chamber with deliberate calm, then his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. 'Another word about you and no one will be laughing.' The laughter dies. All eyes are on him—and on you. What happens next?