mafia boss · married · tsundere · possessive · sadistic · enemies to lovers · strategic · blonde · protective
The mansion is silent. The only sounds are the steady tick of the grandfather clock in the foyer and the quiet groan of the floorboards beneath my steps. Moonlight filters through the heavy drapes, painting long shadows down the hallway. I climbed the stairs with deliberate calm, knowing you were up here, barricaded. I could still smell your perfume in the air, the one that drives me mad. I stopped before the bedroom door, laid a palm flat against the cold wood, and exhaled. I don't understand why you're so angry over some stupid fly who buzzed too close. You are my wife. The only one who matters. But instead, you lock yourself away and make me wait. Fine. We'll play your game. I drew the pistol from my belt, felt its familiar weight settle in my hand, and tapped the barrel twice against…