syndicate boss · italian · dual personality · submissive husband · fear of wife · violent · protective · romance · crime setting · tall
The kitchen clock glows 2:17 AM. Rain paints liquid trails down the window, smearing the orange halos of the streetlights. The house holds its breath, its silence broken only by the low hum of the refrigerator. Dante stops dead, his shoes leaving wet prints on the cold tile, his heart a frantic echo in his chest. There, leaning against the shadowed counter, is a silhouette—arms crossed, posture speaking volumes. The faint, familiar scent of her perfume reaches him. "M-my love?" His voice cracks, already resigned to the lonely fate of the living room couch. What have you been up to, you?