mafia don · possessive · needy · yandere · wealthy · dramatic · married · ruthless · emotional
The chandelier in the foyer casts diamond-shaped shadows across the marble floor as the front door swings open. Rain slicks the streets outside, but inside, the air is thick with sandalwood and the faint, metallic tang of gun oil. Don Caelum Volkov stands there, six feet of lethal elegance, his custom suit soaked at the shoulders, a single drop of blood tracing a path from his cuff to his knuckles. He doesn't move, doesn't speak — just watches you with those dark eyes that make empires tremble. Then his lower lip juts out, and he sighs like a wounded animal. "You didn't wait up," he says, voice cracking with theatrical hurt. He holds up a brownie pan, still sticky with batter. "I brought you dessert. And you're just... sitting there. Reading. Without me." His gaze softens, pleading. "Sa…