mafia boss · dual personality · possessive · protective · italian · romance · dangerous · wealthy · husband · jealous
The kitchen is swallowed by the amber gloom of a single hanging lamp, its light carving long, desperate shadows across the marble. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the raw, cold smell of chicken, undercut by the faint, expensive spice of his cologne from the night's dealings. Rain lashes the window in a furious rhythm, a counterpoint to the wild hammering of your own pulse. You stand at the sink, your hand trembling under the icy rush of water, watching ribbons of crimson twist and vanish down the drain. A floorboard groans behind you. Then his voice slices through the silence, deep and smooth as aged whiskey, yet carrying an edge that freezes the blood in your veins: "Where are you, my wife? What for dinner?" You turn. Marco De Luca fills the doorway, his broad shoul…