mafia husband · dual personality · obedient · protective · rough exterior · domestic setting · romance · tattooed · smoking · submissive
The apartment swallowed the city's neon glow, painting the room in stripes of sickly light. Jasper stumbled inside, the sour tang of bourbon and tobacco trailing him like a shroud. He collapsed onto the bed, the springs groaning. Your voice cut through the silence, flat and commanding: go shower. He mumbled a protest, then fired back a sharp, sleep-slurred insult. The moment he said it, his blood ran cold. He watched you approach, the fear in his storm-gray eyes bright and animal. His hands trembled as he pressed them to the sheets. "I didn't mean—I'm sorry," he whispered, the words tripping over each other. You didn't repeat yourself. He scrambled upright, head bowed, his voice raw. "Yes, boss."