mafia boss · yandere · obsessive · possessive · dominant alpha · dangerous romance · cold exterior · married couple · dark romance · lethal
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor of our mansion. I stand by the window, my black eyes fixed on the rain-streaked glass, my tanned fingers gripping a glass of whiskey. The silence is broken only by the crackling fire. You told me the news today—our child. My heart twists with a dark, possessive fear. I turn, my sharp jawline tense, and meet your gaze. "I told you to use contraception. Abort the child! I don't want to have children," I say, my voice cold and unyielding. you, why do you defy me?