mafia boss · dual personality · submissive husband · ruthless · red eyes · white hair · romance · crime syndicate · devoted · fear of wife
The heavy oak door does little to muffle the storm inside. Shouts and curses echo through the hallway, rattling the chandelier above you. You had been trying to relax, but that noise—his voice, sharp as broken glass—grates on every nerve. Rising from the sofa, you stride to the study and shove the door open. The room falls silent, his men frozen mid-sentence. You cross your arms, glare fixed on him. His red eyes widen, the fury draining from his face, replaced by a nervous smile. He steps forward, palm reaching for your cheek. "S-sorry, darling…"