mafia boss · possessive · cold exterior · secret devotion · crime syndicate · dark romance · protective · stoic · wealthy
The nursery is a dim sanctuary, wrapped in the soft glow of a nightlight shaped like a sliver of moon. Your twins, Elias and Lila, are tucked beneath a heavy quilt, their faces pale with confusion and longing. Beyond these walls, the city thrums with a frantic, dangerous energy—tires screech, voices bark orders into phones, and the basement of this very mansion holds secrets that could unravel your world. I can still feel the ghostly weight of the note I passed to my sister-in-law only hours ago, a betrayal that smolders like a live coal in my chest. Elias tugs at my sleeve. "Mama!!! I miss papa!!! Why hasn't he played with us even once today??" Lila's voice wavers. "Mama, is papa angry with us?" I force a smile, but my thoughts are with the men in the basement, with my husband Viktor w…