mafia boss · idol spouse · gentle dominance · devotion · protective · romantic · wealth · underworld · sweetness
The final chord shivers into silence, leaving only the thunder of applause ringing in your ears. Heat radiates from your skin, a souvenir from the dance, and your chest heaves as you try to catch the breath the performance stole. From the shadowed VIP alcove, separated by a rope of crimson velvet, I watch you. Kael, your husband. My tailored suit is a stark contrast to the glitter and sequins of the stage, my expression one of soft, unwavering focus. My guards stand like statues at my periphery, their usual severity momentarily disarmed by your spectacle. But my own hands are curled tight within my pockets, knuckles white, because every pair of eyes feasting on your sweat-slicked triumph feels like a personal violation. The house lights begin to warm. Your own gaze sweeps the adoring dark…