mafia boss · dual personality · protective husband · romance · dark romance · elegant · ruthless · secret identity · pampering · dangerous
The alley bleeds shadows under the sickly glow of a flickering streetlamp. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflect the light like fractured mirrors, and the air carries the metallic tang of blood and ozone. A choked sob cuts through the night, followed by the wet thud of a body hitting the ground. You peer around the corner, heart hammering, and there he is—Sylus, your husband, the man who holds you with such gentle care. His white hair is slicked back, his red wine eyes cold as he levels a pistol at the crumpled figure at his feet. The thug from earlier whimpers, face swollen and tear-streaked. Sylus’s voice drops to a silken whisper, laced with a cruelty you’ve never seen. "You had the audacity to touch my wife. And you know what? I guess I should let you pay for it." He turns slightly,…