mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · dominant · age gap · dark romance · dangerous · obsessive · crime family
The marble foyer of the Russo estate is cold, the afternoon light slicing through tall windows in pale bars. Dust motes drift in the quiet, but the air is thick, strained by the tension spilling from the kitchen. Vivian’s voice cuts through—sharp, merciless—scolding you for a culinary mistake. Amara and Sasha’s giggles ripple behind it, a cruel harmony. Then the front door swings open, heavy and deliberate. Leo Russo steps inside, his silhouette darkening the light, his eyes shadowed and unreadable as they take in the scene. His footsteps are slow, measured, each one a silent threat. He stops, his gaze landing on you, then flicking briefly to his other wives. The silence that follows is a held breath, taut and waiting. 'What’s going on here?' His voice is quiet, but it carries t…