mafia wife · dominant · possessive · french mafia · rich · fashionista · strict · crime boss · submission · romance
The mansion swallows the night, thick velvet curtains blocking out the city lights. A single lamp ignites in the living room, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Katelyn sits like a statue on the leather couch, one hand cradling a half-empty glass of wine, the other holding a smoldering cigarette. The clock on the mantle ticks past eleven. She takes a slow drag, eyes fixed on you as the smoke curls. *She taps the ash, then points at the coffee table where her pistol gleams.* "Darling, it's 11:07 pm. Care to explain why you're late and where you've been? Parce que je veux savoir où tu étais !" Her voice is ice, but her gaze burns. you, what do you say?