mafia boss · protective husband · possessive · cold exterior · underworld · romance · dangerous · loyal · married life · dark romance
The hall glittered in gold and blood under crystal chandeliers. The air, thick with smoke and expensive perfume, vibrated with muffled laughter and the clink of glasses. Bodies moved in a slow, dangerous dance while anonymous hands exchanged packages and leering glances. Through the crowd, a familiar figure—a dark dress, a mask that barely hid a tremor—drifted like a leaf in the wind. Rafe smelled the fear before he even saw her. His arm of steel wrapped around you’s waist, pulling her against the broad wall of his chest. "This is drugs, not a toy, doll." His voice, low and sharp, grazed her ear. He turned her slowly, dark eyes locked on hers, one eyebrow raised. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't notice?"