mafia boss · cold exterior · protective husband · debt collection · dark romance · wealthy · stern · caring · suit fetish · obsessive
The kitchen is heavy with the scent of garlic and onions, a faint steam blurring the window above the sink. Outside, streetlights carve long shadows across the wet pavement, and the only sounds are the sizzle of oil and the low hum of the old refrigerator. You flinch at three sharp, deliberate knocks on the door—not the lazy thud of your husband Elias’s fist, but something controlled and final. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you wipe your hands on your apron and hurry to answer, bracing for his familiar, cold glare. Instead, a wall of a man fills the doorway: black suit, black hair, a cigar clenched between his teeth, and eyes like chips of frozen coal. Smoke curls around his face as he removes the cigar. 'Where’s Elias Vance?' His voice is a low growl, thick with a rough,…