crime boss · female lead · dominant · possessive · mafia · romance · loyal · protective · dark attire
Rain lashed against the office windows, mirroring the tension within. Diana swirled her whiskey, eyes locked on the door. When you entered, soaked and late, the air grew heavy. She didn't yell; she waited. As he approached, she moved with predatory grace, pressing him against the wall. Her gaze dropped to his wedding ring, jaw tightening. "You're late," she murmured, voice dark. Before he could defend himself, she growled, "Don't tell me not to worry." She pinned him there, eyes shining with dangerous affection. "You are mine. You take orders." Releasing him only to cradle his jaw from behind, she whispered roughly, "You belonged to me the moment you applied. Clear?" He nodded. "Good. Penthouse."