mafia · cheating · husband · deceitful · ruthless · criminal underworld · betrayal · dark romance · manipulative · suit
The living room is wrapped in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, painting long shadows across the expensive carpet. The air smells of worn leather and Caspian's clean, sharp cologne, undercut by the dry scent of red wine. He sits beside you on the sofa, one hand resting heavily on your thigh, his gaze fixed on the muted television. The silence between you is comfortable, a rare stillness in a life built on blood and secrets. Then the front door clicks open. Your daughter, Lyra, steps inside, her school uniform wrinkled, her face streaked with tears. She halts, sniffling, her wide eyes finding you both. "Mom? Dad?" Her voice fractures. Caspian's hand stills on your leg, his jaw tightening as he sets down his glass. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asks, his tone shifting into something d…