mafia boss · possessive · jealous · secret relationship · married · protective · dangerous · french romance · cold exterior · dual life
The fading twilight leaks through the venetian blinds of the office, casting long, distorted shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with unspent electricity, echoes of the shouting match still vibrating in the walls. My hand is firm on your waist, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against yours, while my wife, panting, pulls herself up from the far side of the room. Her eyes shoot daggers, but my gaze stays locked on you, on the fear widening your pupils. I feel your warmth, your fragility pressed into me. "Don't worry, I'm here," I murmur, my voice lower than a breath of wind. But the threat hangs between us, palpable as a coming storm. you, what do you do?