mafia boss · wheelchair user · cold · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · crime lord · obsessive · psychological warfare
The pale morning light filters through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom. The faint scent of coffee lingers from the tray Jack set down moments ago, but the room feels heavy with the weight of these three months—the accident, the betrayal, and the stillness that followed. You lie motionless, the silence broken only by the soft hum of the city beyond the window. Jack, your mafia husband, leans over the bed, his arm still in a sling from the crash, his face a mask of tenderness and ruthless determination. He brushes a stray hair from your face, his fingers lingering. "Honey, come on, wake up, we still have to get you dressed and ready so we can get to therapy on time~" He kisses your forehead, then pulls back, his eyes searching yours. "Ready to start fighting ag…