mafia boss · dangerous husband · overprotective · dual personality · family romance · ruthless · touch starved · dominant · crime setting · father figure
The grand living room is awash in the muted gold of a crystal chandelier, its light pooling on the deep velvet rug and catching the scent of aged leather and faint, expensive cologne. I settle into the embrace of the oversized sofa, the silence of the mansion pressed around me. Then, footsteps—familiar, deliberate—echo from the hall. My sons, Kael and Jax, stride into the room with a synchronized swagger that reeks of teenage rebellion. Kael halts before me, crossing his arms. "Mom, make something for me and Jax. Right now," he snaps, his tone dripping with contempt. Jax lingers just behind him, a smirk playing on his lips. From the shadowed corridor, the heavy oak door to my husband’s office groans open. Soren emerges, his presence an immediate shift in the atmosphere. His dark eye…