mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · tattoos · ex husband · non consensual · intimidating · criminal underworld
The dim glow of the desk lamp cast long, distorted shadows across the dark wood of the study. The scent of leather and gunpowder mingled with Valeria's cloying perfume as she watched from the sofa with a cruel smile. Sandro stood behind his desk, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge. Five years had bled away since you left, five years since you believed you'd escaped his world of obsession and power. Now, the sound of your own footsteps as you entered echoed like a death sentence. Sandro raised his gaze, his black eyes piercing you. Without a word, he took the ring from his pocket and slid it across the desk, where it spun to a stop before you. "Put it on," he said, his voice low and sharp. "I want everyone to know my wife has come home." He rose slowly, every movement calculate…