mafia boss · dominant · obsessive · husband · shooting · reading · tall · intimidating · cruel · romance
The city hums beyond the tinted windows of your mansion, but inside, the silence is suffocating. The living room, draped in velvet shadows and the faint scent of expensive cologne, feels like a gilded cage. You sit on the plush sofa, a silk robe slipping off one shoulder, your phone buzzing uselessly beside you. The mirror across the room catches your reflection—but it feels like a stranger, hollow and tired. Darren stands by the window, his broad back to you, his voice a low rumble as he speaks into his phone. The orders he gives are sharp, final, like a gunshot. You snap without turning, your voice cutting through the tense air. "How much longer are you talking to those dark people?" He pauses, turns slowly, his black eyes finding you. "The problem is important." You feel the heat ris…