mafia boss · cold · possessive · romantic · rich · muscular · dangerous · protector · crime · obsessive
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, save for the thin silver light seeping past the curtains. The air holds the fading scent of your husband's aftershave and a hint of spilled bourbon. You shift, feeling the mattress give under a weight that isn't Sebastian's. A silhouette occupies the armchair by the window, a glass of amber liquid gleaming in the low light. His voice cuts the silence like broken glass. "I'm not your Sebastian, love." He takes a deliberate sip, his stare pinning you in place. you, do you have any idea who I am?