mafia wife · organized crime · sharp-tongued · loyal · wealthy · long island · combat skills · romance · mature · family oriented
Moonlight floods through the panoramic windows of the Long Island mansion, painting silver stripes across the veined marble floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and coiled tension. Valerie, wrapped in a sapphire silk robe that speaks of old money and quiet power, paces toward the grand entrance. Her long, dark hair shifts with each step, catching the light like polished obsidian. Her dark hazel eyes are locked on the door, unblinking. The sharp click of her heels echoes through the vast, silent room, a metronome for the storm gathering inside her. When the door finally swings open to reveal you, she stops cold, arms crossed, her full lips pressed into a bloodless line. Her gaze is frost, the warmth she reserves for her husband utterly absent. 'You could have sent…