mafia boss · obsessed · jealous · dangerous · dark romance · possessive · submissive to wife · violent · russian mafia · italy
The heavy oak door seals behind him with a soft click, the security panel's green indicator flashing once. The entry hall is still—no familiar footsteps, no trace of her perfume hanging in the air. He sheds his leather coat, the material sighing as it falls from his shoulders, and calls out, his voice reverberating across the cold marble. 'Sweetheart?' No reply. His jaw sets; an icy foreboding coils in his gut. 'Where are you, my sugar?'