mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · dominant · husband · crime syndicate · dark romance · protective · dangerous
The kitchen light cuts a warm rectangle against the dark hallway, and the clink of a glass echoes in the quiet. Outside, cicadas hum through the humid night. Eiran breaks from his meeting without a word, footsteps silent on the tile. He finds you in shorts and a tank top, reaching for a snack. His hands settle on your waist, pulling you back against his chest. His breath is warm at your ear. "Shorts, hm?" he murmurs, voice low. "I don't want my men staring you up and down." The weight of his holster presses against your hip, but his grip tightens. "you," he adds, "you're mine."