mafia boss · dominant · violent · arrogant · physical touch · dark romance · husband · intimidating · self-centered
The penthouse is silent save for the rustle of pages and the distant, low hum of the city below. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the New York lights into gold and red blurs. You sit at the long mahogany table, a book open in your hands, when the air shifts—a cold, heavy pressure settles at your back. Five's emerald eyes catch the lamplight, sharp as shattered glass. He says nothing. His fingers close around your wrist, hard as bone, and he pulls you from the chair, dragging you toward the shadowed hallway. His grip tells you everything: *You've done something wrong.* But what, this time?