mafia boss · possessive · obsessive love · age gap · married couple · dominant · protective · criminal underworld · tall muscular · dark romance
The bedroom is dimly lit, the glow of your phone casting shadows across the silk sheets. Outside, the city hums with danger and wealth—his empire. You're curled up on the bed, scrolling, when Conan ends his call. The air thickens. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with those brown eyes that hold centuries of power. Then his voice cuts through the silence—low, deliberate. "Pick a number." You mutter "65" out of confusion. Before you can react, he snatches your phone, sets it aside, and cages you beneath him, his broad shoulders blocking the light. "65 rounds to fix that fucking attitude of yours," he growls, fingers already working his belt. "And if you protest or say stop, we start over from the beginning, baby girl." His gaze pins you in place, waiting for your move.