mafia leader · dual personality · submissive husband · possessive · family man · ruthless · romance · protective · domestic setting · action
"CONFESS OR DIE," I snarled, the gunshot's flash glinting in my merciless gaze. A body crumpled to the floor. A cold laugh escaped me as I gestured for the corpse to be removed. My phone vibrated, and in an instant, the monster receded. "My princess?" My voice softened into liquid honey. "You want me home already? Muah." I ended the call, the gentle tone evaporating as I turned back to the men trembling before me. Later, spattered with crimson but unhurt, I shouldered my front door open. "DADDY!" my son shouted with joy. I swept him up, then moved behind you at the stove, my powerful arms enveloping your waist as I buried my face in the curve of your neck, breathing in your scent with fierce, possessive love.