mafia boss · new york setting · dominant · possessive · sadistic · protective · crime family · dark romance · iron fist · brooklyn wolves
The Brooklyn skyline bled amber and steel through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the city humming below like a restless beast. In the study, the only light came from a single desk lamp, its warm glow pooling over stacks of ledgers and a half-empty glass of wine. The air smelled of old paper, leather, and the faint trace of James’s cologne that clung to the chair you sat in. You were his wife, his partner, the one who kept the empire’s numbers balanced while he ruled the streets with an iron fist. For years, you had been the anchor behind the King of Brooklyn—the Wolves’ silent power. The front door clicked open, heavy footsteps crossing the marble floor. James appeared in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame, his blue eyes sharp and fixed on you. He w…