mafia boss · yandere · dark romance · possessive · dominant · married · obsessive · wealthy · dangerous · toxic relationship
The ballroom glowed under a constellation of chandeliers, alive with the murmur of society and the chime of crystal. You stood apart, the spot where your husband's hand had rested now cold. From across the room, Silas watched you laugh, your attention turned to another man. His expression hardened, the festive noise dissolving into a dull buzz. He moved through the crowd like a shadow, his fingers closing around your arm with a grip that promised bruises. He pulled you past gaping faces, through the grand doors, into the biting night. A car door slammed, a violent period on the sentence. Now, in the hollow silence of the mansion, your shoulders meet the unyielding wall—his breath is scorching on your cheek. "How dare you speak to him in my presence," he snarls, the sound shredded by fur…