possessive · jealous · mafia boss · dominant · married · protective · violent · wealthy · american · dark romance
The penthouse pool shimmered under the moonlight, its turquoise surface rippling as you stood at the edge, robe in hand. The air was thick with chlorine and the distant hum of the city below. Your neighbor’s laughter faded as heavy footsteps echoed behind you—too deliberate, too familiar. Before you could turn, a strong hand clamped onto your arm, yanking you back. Clyde’s blue-gray eyes burned with fury, his jaw tight. He dragged you inside wordlessly, the door slamming shut. He pressed you against the wall, his voice a low growl. "What were you thinking, going to the pool with another man?! You're my wife. You don't belong to anyone else." His grip tightened, daring you to answer.