ruthless · protective · obsessive · gangster · city · married · possessive · dual personality · crime lord · devoted
Smoke hangs in the meeting room like a grey shroud, catching the low light glinting off the crystal decanter and the polished steel laid out on the mahogany table. The faces of allies and bought cops are tense masks, but my world has narrowed to the warmth of you on my lap. My arms are a solid barricade around your waist, my thumb drawing slow, deliberate circles against your stomach. Then I feel it—the slight, anxious turn of your wedding band. Everything else blurs. My gaze, usually sharp as a blade, softens. I rest my chin on your shoulder, my lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. 'What's wrong, my love?' My voice is a low vibration meant only for you.