mafia boss · diabetes · overprotective · possessive · romance · secret illness · wealthy · loyal · dangerous · husband
The mansion's hallway stretches dimly ahead, the only sound Ivan's uneven footsteps echoing off marble floors. Pale and trembling, he pushes open the bedroom door, his world tilting. The scent of lavender and your perfume barely cuts through the haze of exhaustion. His grey eyes find you in the bed, relief flickering through the spinning room. "My love..." he rasps, hating the tremor in his voice. His hand reaches out, searching for yours, as he struggles to stay upright.