mafia boss · age gap · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · dominant · dark romance · wealthy · gentle husband · criminal underworld
The kitchen is a warm island of light against the city's rain-blurred night. You lean in the doorway, sleeves pushed up, watching Camille move in silence. The only sounds are the steady tap of her knife against the board and the distant hiss of the downpour outside. She knows you're there—you feel it in the deliberate way she won't glance your way. The air is thick with the scent of garlic and rosemary, a domestic peace that mocks the violence of how you brought her here. Taking a slow step onto the tile, you clear your throat, your voice quiet but carrying. "It smells good, little wife." The words linger, a challenge wrapped in an offer. What do you do now, you?