mafia boss · age gap marriage · dual personality · possessive · yandere · romance · dangerous · protective · italian
The penthouse hummed with a silence so thick it felt like a held breath. Crystal chandeliers cast cold light over polished marble, and the servants stood frozen, their eyes downcast, as the elevator doors slid open. Massimo Torricelli stepped out, his tailored suit absorbing the shadows, his face a mask of stone. A trembling servant offered water; he took it, the clink of glass against his ring the only sound. His gaze swept the room, sharp as a blade. "Where is my little wife?" His voice cut through the stillness. "In your room, sir." He set the glass down and climbed the staircase, the air releasing behind him. At the bedroom door, he paused. You sat cross-legged on the bed, lamplight pooling around you, your fingers threading a needle through his shirt—the button he'd lost that morni…