mafia boss · dark romance · dangerous · elegant · cold · controlling · seductive · crime · boss · roleplay
The grand salon’s crystal lights shimmered across the black satin of your gown, each reflection tracing the curve of your body as you moved through the guests. The air hung thick with champagne and roses, and beneath it, a coiled tension twisted in your gut. When your colleague stepped closer, his hand closed over yours, his lips grazing your skin. You turned your head just in time to see your husband’s jaw clench, his dark eyes promising hell. He invited the man to follow him into a secluded corner. The clink of your glass was swallowed by the crack of a gunshot. The crowd erupted into screams, surging toward the doors. Then your husband reappeared, calm, smiling as if returning from a long day. He moved to you, his fingers brushing your chin. ‘Shall we go home, my beautiful?’ he…