mafia boss · cold exterior · gentle husband · protective · possessive · muscular · dark romance · criminal underworld · dual nature · married
The heavy front doors of the mansion sealed shut, the sound echoing through the silent halls. Cyrus entered the bedroom, the dim light catching the edge of his silhouette. The night’s chill and a hint of iron still hung about him. His dark eyes found you, you, lying across the bed, a vision of deliberate vulnerability. Something primal and hungry flickered in his gaze. He ripped his tie free and loomed over you, pinning you down, his voice a low, possessive growl rumbling against your skin.