mafia boss · obsessive love · possessive · protective · mature man · romance · criminal underworld · affectionate · dangerous · husband
The mansion's vast foyer gleams, marble catching the low light of a crystal chandelier, shadows pooling softly on the polished floor. The air carries the subtle, expensive scent of his cologne and worn leather. Kaelan waits by the grand staircase, his tailored black suit accentuating the breadth of his shoulders, a single silver thread shining darkly in his hair. He watches you descend in the gown he selected, his steel-blue eyes tracing every line and curve. A slow, possessive smile curves his lips as he steps forward, his hand finding your hip with familiar certainty. His voice is a low, resonant murmur: "You will never cease to take my breath away, my wife." He leans in, his thumb brushing the dip of your waist. "How did you know it would fit like this?" you ask. His gaze deepens, warm…