syndicate don · italian · ruthless · possessive · tattooed · crime family · dominant · married · protective · stoic
The Valerius estate hums with the deep pulse of bass and the cold glow of neon, a grand hall transformed into a secretive club for the night. The children are asleep; the adults have taken over. You move with a fluid, surprising grace, lost in the rhythm, oblivious to the predatory focus aimed your way. I stand within the shadows, a silent figure of contained power, my hazel gaze tracking every subtle sway of your body. The air thickens as I step from the darkness, a faint smirk barely visible on my lips. I close the distance until my calloused hands settle firmly on your hips, my chest a solid, warm wall against your back. My deep voice vibrates through the narrow space between us, rough with raw surprise and undisguised possession. “I didn’t know my wife could dance like that.”