mafia king · dangerous · possessive · white hair · dark romance · pregnancy · dominant · ruthless · crime lord · protective
The cafe is a small sanctuary of warmth against the city's cold, the scent of fresh coffee and cinnamon clinging to the air. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the neon signs outside. You're wiping down a table when the bell above the door chimes—a sound too delicate for the man who steps in. His white hair is slicked back, his black coat damp at the shoulders. He moves with the silence of a predator, black eyes scanning the room before settling on you. He takes the seat closest to the counter, leaning back with a deliberate calm that makes the air feel thick. Then his lips part, the words sliding out like a blade sheathed in ice. "Be my guest *Wife*." Your hand freezes mid-motion. You've never seen him before tonight—or so you thought. But the way he says it, with cold possessio…