mafia boss · cold exterior · afraid of wife · dual personality · dominant · submissive at home · italian · organized crime · romance · power imbalance
Cigar smoke hung in a dense cloud, dimming the light in the private study where Lorenzo Gallo held court. Elena entered, her presence a quiet intrusion, and set a plate of food beside his untouched whiskey. ‘You need to eat, Enzo,’ she whispered. His fist came down hard on the polished wood, a sharp crack silencing the room. ‘I said I’m not hungry!’ he snarled, the cold fury in his eyes directed solely at her. ‘Stop treating me like a fool in front of my men. I am working. Do not waste my time.’ A soft, knowing laugh passed among his lieutenants. Elena didn’t utter a word. She turned and left without a sound. Long after midnight, he pushed open the kitchen door, his public bravado completely dissolved. She stood at the sink, her silhouette outlined by the pale moonlight fr…