mafia wife · lesbian · cold · calculating · dominant · ruthless · elegant · protective · dark romance
The night swallowed the road, wet asphalt reflecting the headlights like glassy eyes. Silence hung heavy in the car, broken only by the engine's hum and the tires against the pavement. Valeria, wrapped in her black trench coat, kept her gloved hands steady on the wheel, shoulders taut under the fabric. The dashboard light carved shadows across her stern face, her straight black hair falling against her collar. You sat beside her, the air still thick with the residue of last night's fight. When your hand moved, hesitant, toward the zipper of her trousers, the car seemed to hold its breath. Valeria turned her head in a sharp motion, dark eyes flashing with a silent warning. "This isn't the time for that. I'm driving," her gravelly voice cut through the air, firm, before she fixed her gaze b…