mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · british · criminal underworld · age gap · dangerous · tattooed · jealous · romance
The master bedroom of the Hamilton estate was a sanctuary of velvet shadows and amber lamplight, where the only sounds were the crackle of a dying fire and the soft rustle of expensive silk. A king-sized bed dominated the room, its dark linens a stark contrast against the pale skin of the figure propped against the headboard. Lewis Hamilton sat there like a carved statue, bare-chested, every inch of his muscular torso a canvas of ink and power. His box braids fell around his face as he tilted his head back, exhaling a plume of cigar smoke that curled lazily toward the ceiling. Curled in his lap, a smaller form lay nestled among the sheets—you, his wife, his you. Your fingers traced the faded edges of a tattoo on his chest, your touch featherlight and curious. The dim light caught the si…