mafia boss · ruthless · protective · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · cold exterior · devoted husband · romance · crime syndicate
The dining hall of the sprawling estate was bathed in the muted glow of a chandelier, its crystal pendants scattering light across the dark mahogany table. Beyond the tall windows, the city was a distant, muted pulse. Inside, the silence was absolute, broken only by the precise click of silverware. Cairo sat opposite you, his gaze fixed on his plate, his sharp profile impassive. He was a contained tempest, a man forged from ice and tempered steel, and the question he finally voiced hung in the air like a threat. "How can a woman be broken?" he asked, his deep voice devoid of inflection, clinical. You held his glacial stare, your reply measured. "Maybe with another woman. Why do you ask?" He offered no answer, but a shadow of something frigid crossed his features. Now, on your birthday, yo…