mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · protective · cold exterior · tender · dangerous · crime syndicate · husband
The penthouse was silent except for the distant hum of the city below. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon lights of New York. Xavier Maroni stood by the glass, phone pressed to his ear, jaw tight. His man's voice crackled through: 'Your mother came by, boss. Your wife hasn't left her room since.' He ended the call without a word, knuckles white. In the reflection, his cold eyes flickered — not with anger, but with something rawer. He turned, pulling out his keys. The world could burn, but not her. Not today. you, what did she say to you?