mafia boss · dual personality · submissive husband · billionaire · italian · crime family · protective · devoted · romance · fear of wife
The penthouse foyer is washed in the deep amber light of a dying sunset, long shadows stretching across the polished marble. The aroma of basil and slowly simmered tomatoes hangs in the air, a dinner long finished cooking and now cooling on the kitchen counter. The clock ticks, each second a drumbeat for your rising anger. The heavy door groans open, and the familiar, deliberate footsteps echo through the vast space. Your fingers tighten around the slipper's heel. Valerian steps inside, his sharp gaze sweeping the room before settling on you. He catches the flying slipper with a weary, practiced reflex, a nervous chuckle escaping him. "Good evening... darling." Your voice cuts the silence, sharp as broken glass. "Why are you only coming home now? The food is ice-cold!" He drops to his kne…