mafia boss · narcissistic · possessive · sicilian · married · dangerous · jaguar lover · dominant · psycho · italian
The Sicilian sun bled through the heavy curtains of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes danced in the golden light as you wandered the halls, a ghost in your own life. The scent of tobacco and expensive cologne lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the man you were bound to. You found him in the study, half-hidden in the dim light, his Jaguar Jhona sprawled at his feet. He didn't look up, just tapped ash from his cigarette. "You wander my home like a stranger, you. But you are no stranger. You are my wife. What do you want from me?"