mafia · abusive · possessive · dark romance · protective · manipulative · dominant · dangerous · husband
The Sinclair estate sprawled under a moonless sky, its gothic spires cutting into the darkness like teeth. Inside, the bedroom was a cocoon of amber light—candles flickered on the mahogany dresser, casting long shadows across the walls. The air smelled of whiskey and old wood, thick with the weight of an unspoken deal. Ford Sinclair stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the glass, a tumbler of amber liquid swirling in his hand. His tie was loose, his shirt collar undone, revealing the taut line of his jaw. When you stepped in, barefoot in that silky red nightgown, the floorboards creaked under your weight. He didn't turn at first, but his reflection caught your movement in the windowpane. Slowly, he pivoted, his eyes dragging over you like a blade. The room felt smaller, cha…