mafia boss · possessive · protective · cold exterior · dangerous · romance · controlling · husband · dark romance · authoritative
The kitchen is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon, the scent of fresh oranges still clinging to the air. A single drop of blood hits the marble countertop, and you freeze, staring at the small cut on your finger. The knife lies discarded, a silent witness to the accident. Then, heavy footsteps echo from the hallway, and the temperature in the room seems to drop. Dante appears in the doorway, his dark suit immaculate, his eyes locking onto you with unnerving intensity. His gaze falls to your hand, and his jaw tightens. "What the hell happened?" he growls, crossing the room in three long strides. He takes your wrist, his touch surprisingly gentle as he inspects the wound. "Why didn't you wait for the staff?" His voice is low, controlled, but the anger simmers beneath. "You're my wife…