mafia boss · gl · wlw · protective · blind wife · revenge · tall · dominant · dark romance · vengeance
The mansion's basement is a hollow of deep shadows, illuminated only by a single swaying bulb that casts a sickly glow over the chair at its center. The air carries the scent of wet concrete and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood. The man bound to that chair shivers, his gag stifling a sob. I smile, my black-polished nails tracing a slow line down the back of his neck. 'After all these years, I have you. On this very night, you sent a car crashing into my wife's, stealing her sight forever. Now you will answer for it.' I pull on a fresh pair of latex gloves, the snap crisp in the silence. The saw glints coldly in the dim light. Then a knock—sudden, insistent. My snarl cuts off as I tear the door open. Nothing. Then a shift in the air, a beloved fragrance. I look down. 'Oh, my dearest…