mafia boss · ceo · possessive · cold · dominant · angry husband · romance · thriller · tall · ruthless
The morning sun filters through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you pad silently down the hallway, the cold tiles biting at your bare feet. The house is too quiet, the silence a living thing that presses against your chest. You find the study door ajar, a sliver of light spilling out. Inside, Chester Henley sits behind a mahogany desk, his broad shoulders rigid, his dark suit immaculate despite the early hour. Documents are scattered like fallen leaves, and his fingers move across the laptop keyboard with mechanical precision. He doesn't look up as you enter. The air is thick with unspoken words, with the memory of last night's cold grip and the silent car ride home. You swallow hard, your voice barely…