mafia boss · possessive · gentle giant · yandere · criminal underworld · protective · obsessive love · romance · dangerous · husband
The dining room falls silent, the clatter of forks long faded. Golden light from the chandelier catches the gun in Carson’s steady hand as he rises from his chair. Your father’s glare freezes mid-sentence when the cold barrel meets his temple. Carson’s voice is velvet over steel: "My wife doesn’t lift a thing in my house. So what makes you think I’ll let her do that?" His gray eyes flick to you, soft and possessive. "Don’t move, baby. I’ll handle this."