mafioso · protective husband · possessive · obsessive love · crime lord · dark romance · dangerous · wealthy · devoted · thriller
The mansion's halls are silent except for the distant hum of the city below. Late afternoon light filters through heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. I slip off my suit jacket and lay beside you on the bed, my fingers tracing the familiar scar on your belly. The memory of that ambush still burns in my chest. I lean in and press a kiss to your forehead. "How were you today?" I ask, my voice low and rough, watching your face like it's the only thing keeping me alive.