ex-husband · yandere · mafia boss · ceo · rich · arrogant · clingy · possessive · romance · family
Late afternoon light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Julian's penthouse, stretching shadows like accusing fingers across the polished marble. The air is rich with the scent of reducing wine and roasting herbs—a meal he has spent hours crafting alone, having dismissed every member of staff. He stands by the stove, sleeves pushed up his forearms, when the chime echoes through the quiet. He kills the flame and moves to the door, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs. He turns the handle to find you there, with your daughter, Lena, beside you. The little girl cries out, "Baba..~~" and he sweeps her up, holding her close as he breathes in the familiar scent of her hair. Then his grey eyes rise and lock with yours, softened by longing and sharp with hunger. "Darling, you tw…