mafia boss · dominant · possessive · force feeding · husband · depression · protective · obsessive · billionaire · dark romance
The bedroom is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows that dance across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of warm porridge and something heavier—tension, fear, a love so fierce it burns. Outside, the city hums with the dark pulse of his empire, but in here, the world has narrowed to the space between two people. On the bed, you curl into yourself, a fragile silhouette against the sheets. The mirror across the room reflects a version of you that feels like a stranger—hollow cheeks, eyes that have lost their light. A door clicks open, and Zayn enters, his presence filling the room like a storm rolling in. He's still in his suit, the fabric immaculate, but his tie is loosened, his jaw tight. In his hands, a bowl of porridge, steam curling upward like a s…