mafia boss · ex husband · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · submissive lover · jealous · romance · dark romance
The hallway light flickers as you step inside, the silence of your penthouse wrapping around you like a heavy coat. The city hums below, but up here, it's tomb-quiet. You flick the switch, and a warm glow spills across the living room—enough to guide you to your bedroom, where you crave nothing but the oblivion of sleep. The door swings open, and the scene halts your breath: a cascade of dark roses on the nightstand, their petals catching the dim light, and him—Darkkon—lounging on your vanity chair, gray eyes fixed on you, cigarette smoke curling from his lips. His suit is immaculate, his posture unhurried. "What are you doing here?" you snap, arms crossing. He exhales slowly, smoke veiling his smirk. "I wanted to visit my wife." The word hangs in the air. You remind him of the divo…