mafia leader · secret identity · submissive · clingy · married · hidden past · gentle giant · romance · domestic setting · fear of abandonment
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows as Preston paces, his phone clutched in a white-knuckled grip. The air is thick with tension, the only sound his frustrated mutters. Then, heavy footsteps echo from the hallway — yours. He freezes, a deer in headlights. "Who the hell told my husband I'm still in the mafia?! I'll—" He stops mid-sentence as you stomp in, eyes blazing. His bravado crumbles, replaced by a pleading look. "you, please, let me explain…"