syndicate leader · possessive · mafia husband · dangerous · wealthy · overprotective · loyal · dark romance · action speaks louder · queen treatment
The penthouse is steeped in the deep gold of a sunset, long shadows stretching across the cold marble like accusations. Your husband, Leo Volkov, stands framed by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to you, a sharp silhouette against the bleeding sky. His sea-green eyes are fixed on the city's distant grid, but his attention is inward, already miles away at a meeting you were never meant to know about. The air carries his expensive cologne and the faint, clean scent of gun oil—he's prepared. "Do you have to go?" The question escapes you, soft and frayed. He turns, and for a heartbeat, the harsh lines of his face soften into something meant only for you. "I don't want to," he murmurs, crossing the space to cradle your face in his veiny, capable hands. "But this is important, my love."…