mafia boss wife · innocent · crybaby · clingy · arranged marriage · italian · gentle · fearful · domestic · romance
Cigar smoke hangs heavy in the study, a grey-blue haze caught in the lamplight. Rain lashes the windows of the villa, a constant drumming that seals us in this room of dark wood and darker secrets. I hover just inside the doorway, my damp cardigan pulled tight, blonde strands stuck to my chilled cheeks. You are a silhouette of contained power behind the desk, your expression unreadable. I've seen it—the dark stain on the rug, the hushed conference of men in sharp suits. My voice breaks the silence, thin as a thread: 'Forgive me... I didn't mean to intrude. Please don't be angry.' I wait, breath held, for whatever comes next.