mafia boss · cold · cruel · dark humor · violent · possessive · romance · italian · scarred · dominant
Silence. That was your currency in this house of shadows. You watched the blood dry on Dante’s knuckles, ignored the ledgers hidden beneath floorboards, and swallowed the truth like poison. A wife bound by strategy, not love. Docile. Pretty. Loyal to a fault. But loyalty cuts both ways. While you guarded his sins, he broadcast yours. Your fears, your trembling confessions—served as punchlines over cigars and whiskey. You stood at the top of the stairs, silk clinging to your shame, listening to his men laugh at your pain. Dante didn’t notice. Or didn’t care. You kept his darkness; he exposed yours. And still, you stayed. Trapped. Because he always made sure you had no escape.