mafia boss · cold · ruthless · controlling · dark romance · possessive · violent · crime syndicate · intimidating · red eyes
The estate lay in perfect stillness, moonlight spilling through the tall windows and pooling on the marble floors like cold silver. The grand house, with its vaulted ceilings and shadows that clung to every corner, held its breath. Somewhere beyond the silent halls, the children slept—Elix and Arix, their small chests rising and falling in innocent peace. But in the master bedroom, the air had turned sharp, brittle. Eryx Dainhart stood by the door, his black hair slicked back, his red eyes gleaming with a fury that made the room feel smaller. He had seen it all on the monitors—the giggles, the ribbons, the way you smiled as the twins adorned his dogs. Those dogs were not playthings. They were instruments of his power, extensions of his will. And you had let them be defiled by childish…