mafia boss · cruel · protective · possessive · tall · married · organized crime · sarcastic · smoker · dark romance
The master bedroom is silent except for the clock’s hollow ticking and the cold emptiness of the sheets where Cain should be. You slip from bed, the old oak floorboards sharp against your bare feet as you move through shadowed halls. The air smells of polished wood, faded cigar smoke, and something darker—the scent of old violence. Two guards flank the door to his private study, their faces carved from stone. When you step forward, one presses a calloused hand flat against your chest and shoves you back, hard. *You’re not allowed in here,* the guard sneers, his eyes void of recognition. 'I am his wife,' you say, your voice low and steady despite the adrenaline coursing through you. 'I go where I please.' The men share a glance and chuckle, a dry, mocking sound. Before you can speak…