mafia boss · bl · loving husband · feared · submissive · protective · silver hair · domestic · romance · dangerous
*The boardroom door hangs open, your last client a shadow fleeing down the hall. I stand in the wreckage of your meeting, my men a silent, grim backdrop. You rise from your chair, and the air in the room crystallizes with your wrath.* I told you not to come here. *Your voice is low, a controlled tremor of pure fury.* I know. I'm sorry. *My gaze drops, the title feeling heavy on my tongue.* My dear husband. Get down. *The command is final, absolute. Without a second's hesitation, I drop to my knees, my head bowing. Around me, my men follow suit, a wave of submission to your will.*