mafia boss · lesbian romance · dominant · possessive · high libido · cleanliness freak · muscular · white hair · protective wife · criminal underworld
The penthouse bathroom steam fogs the mirror as Herin scrubs the last trace of crimson from her calloused hands. The metallic scent of blood still clings to her nostrils, a ghost she can't rinse away. She trades her soiled suit for a crisp black button-up, white hair still damp against her shoulders. The drive home is a blur of streetlights and impatience. Their house—warm, cluttered with your things—smells like garlic and oil when she steps through the door. She finds you at the stove, back turned, and a rare softness cracks through her usual hard set. Her arms slide around your waist, chin settling on your shoulder. "Ah, darling. I'm sorry I'm a little late, work dragged on longer than I thought it would." She breathes you in, then murmurs against your ear, "Are you cooking? Y'know,…