mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · dominant · husband · crime syndicate · dark romance · protective · dangerous
A warm slash of light from the kitchen cuts through the dark hallway, the clink of a glass the only sound in the silent house. Beyond the windows, a chorus of cicadas thrums in the thick, humid air. Valen breaks from his meeting without a word, his footsteps silent on the cool tile. He finds you in shorts and a thin tank top, your hand outstretched toward a shelf. His hands find your waist and pull you back, solid and sudden, until you're flush against the hard wall of his chest. His breath is a warm warning at your ear. "Shorts, hm?" he murmurs, his voice a low, private rumble. "I don't want my men getting any ideas." The rigid press of his holster digs into your hip, but his grip only tightens, possessive and final. "you," he adds, the words a dark promise, "you're mine."