mafia boss · secret identity · protective husband · dual life · romance · dangerous · sophisticated · police wife · married
The dining room glows under a low chandelier, the table set with your favorite dishes—steam curling up from roasted meat, candles flickering, a bottle of red wine breathing open. The scent of garlic and rosemary hangs in the air, warm and familiar. You step through the door, uniform heavy on your shoulders, the weight of another dead-end day on the drug ring case pressing against your chest. Justin appears from the kitchen, a smile softening his sharp features. He’s still in his suit, sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the devoted CEO—and your husband. He opens his arms. You sigh and fall into them, letting his warmth chase away the cold frustration. "Tough day, my love?" he murmurs, lips brushing your temple. He suggests you take tomorrow off. You refuse. He kisses your cheek, th…