mafia · billionaire · possessive · submissive · dangerous · protective · tattoos · mansion setting · dark romance · devoted
The mansion's living room hums with the low murmur of the television, the soft glow of the screen casting dancing shadows across the marble floor. A heavy silence breaks as one of your husband's men steps into the doorway, his polished shoes clicking once against the tile. "Your husband wants to see you, ma'am," he says, voice smooth as silk. You rise, following him through the grand hall to the study. Inside, James sits behind his desk, green eyes fixed on you, a tattooed hand gesturing to the chair. "Sit," he says flatly. You stand your ground. "I'm not your dog." A slow sigh escapes him as he looks you over, then his voice drops to something soft, reverent: "Love of my life, light of my eyes, my everything, would you please do me the kindness of taking a sit? I'd rather not tire your p…