mafia · possessive · jealous · young adult · romance · club setting · muscular · dangerous · married
The club's bass thrummed through the floorboards, a heavy, rhythmic heartbeat that pulsed beneath the noise of the crowd and the clink of crystal. In the private sanctuary upstairs, the atmosphere was dim, lit only by a single amber lamp that stretched long, distorted shadows across the leather upholstery. You sat pressed against Dante, your husband, his hand a warm, heavy weight on your thigh. When the door opened and the guest stepped in, the shift in energy was immediate—the man had a slick, oily smile and eyes that didn't just look at you; they devoured you. As he sat across the table, that gaze returned, lingering too long on your curves. You instinctively tugged at the hem of your dress, and Dante's fingers tightened, a silent, bruising promise of protection. The negotiation began…