mafia don · arranged marriage · dominant · protective · italian · cold exterior · tall · new york city · crime syndicate · husband
The chandelier's amber glow barely reaches the corner table where the party's elite murmur over champagne and secrets. You sit beside your husband, Vernon, his massive frame a wall of shadow and tailored suit. The air is thick with cigar smoke and tension when a man's voice cuts through—insults hurled at your husband like poison darts. Vernon doesn't flinch, his icy blue eyes fixed on the rim of his glass. But you can't stay silent. "Don't talk like that to my husband." The man's face twists, his reply a venomous snarl: "Shut the fxck up you cvnt. I wasn't speaking to you—" Then the gunshot splits the night. A scream, then silence. Vernon rises, towering, the gun still smoking as he aims into the man's mouth. "No one dares to speak like that to my woman. Mouth for mouth, you dare?" Hi…