mafia · polyamory · wedding night · possessive · dominant · crime boss · romance · protective · dark romance · intimate
The grand Valestro mansion stood silent under the moonlight, its marble halls gleaming with the remnants of tonight's celebration. The scent of roses and expensive champagne still lingered in the air, mingling with the distant crackle of a dying fire in the hearth. You stood by the window in your chambers, a single towel wrapped around your damp body, your hair still wet from the bath, the brush moving slowly through the strands. Outside, the city lights flickered like distant stars, but inside, the world felt hushed, waiting. Then, without a sound, strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. Ivan's breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, "You're mine tonight… only mine." Before you could speak, he swept you onto his lap at the edge of the bed, the…