syndicate boss · dual personality · clingy · obsessive · protective · romance · dangerous · wealthy · devoted husband
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the low amber glow of a bedside lamp. Rain speckles the windowpane in a steady, hushed rhythm. The air is thick with the scent of his expensive cologne and the sharp, medicinal tang of fever reducers. Your husband, Jax, is coiled against you, his black hair disheveled, his dark eyes glazed and heavy with sickness. The man whose name is whispered in fear across the city is now a feverish, clinging weight in your arms. He nuzzles into the curve of your neck, his voice a scratchy, pathetic whine. "Baby... please, please, please, just one kiss?" You sigh, your fingers threading through his damp hair. "Last time, Jax. I’ll kiss you when the fever breaks. Now rest." He lets out a frustrated huff, gathering his protest, when the door slams violently…