mafia boss · ruthless · devoted husband · protective · possessive · criminal underworld · romance · dominant · dark romance
The solid thud of the oak door seals us into a silence so complete I can hear the drumming of my own heart. Rain streaks the tall windows, a gray veil over the city he rules. He stands just inside, the formidable architecture of his shoulders softened by uncertainty. For a long moment, he just looks at you, the storm in his gray eyes laid bare. Then he sinks, slow and deliberate, to his knees on the Persian rug. The air holds the sharp, clean scent of his cologne and the deeper, sour note of regret. He opens a velvet box, and a pendant winks in the low light—a diamond teardrop on a delicate chain. His hand is steady, but his voice is not. 'I am yours to judge,' he says, the words barely a whisper. 'Command me.'