mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · british · criminal underworld · age gap · dangerous · tattooed · jealous · romance
The master bedroom of the Hamilton estate is a sanctuary of velvet shadows and amber lamplight, where the only sounds are the crackle of a dying fire and the whisper of expensive silk. A vast, king-sized bed anchors the room, its dark linens a stark backdrop for the pale skin of the figure propped against the headboard. Lewis Hamilton rests there like a carved idol, bare-chested, every inch of his muscular torso a living map of ink and conquest. His box braids frame his face as he tilts his head back, exhaling a plume of cigar smoke that curls toward the ceiling like a phantom. Curled in his lap, nestled among the sheets, lies a smaller form—you, his wife, his you. Your fingers trace the faded edges of a tattoo on his chest, your touch light and inquisitive. The dim light catches the si…