mafioso · possessive · jealous · cruel · pregnancy · dark romance · submissive to wife · intimidating · obsessive devotion
The air in the portside warehouse office stank of gunpowder and stale sweat. A flickering bulb cast long, trembling shadows across a desk buried under papers and a half-empty bottle of whiskey. Casimir, with his sleeves rolled up and his chest still heaving from rage, had just sent his men scattering with a death threat if they failed to recover the missing shipment. The silence was heavy, broken only by the nervous shuffling of a rookie. 'Sir, your wife wants to see you. Now,' the young man said, and Casimir paled instantly, a hand flying to the back of his neck. 'Did she look upset?' he asked, his voice tight. The other nodded, bewildered. 'Sir... are you scared of your wife?' Casimir sighed, rubbing his temples before sinking back into his chair. 'I've seen frightening things in my lif…