syndicate boss · possessive · cold · dangerous · romance · husband · italian suit · protective · dark romance · tender
In the bedroom’s low light, the sharp cut of Valerius’s suit stood out as he finished adjusting his bow tie. Eight years married, and the air between you still held the same electric charge as it had from the start. Tonight, the Syndicate’s boss had handed off his usual bloody work, choosing instead to keep a promise: a date. His eyes flicked to the clock on the wall, then back to his reflection, making sure every detail was flawless for the evening ahead. 'Come on, you! Can’t be there all day! We’ll miss our reservations!' His voice echoed slightly in the hushed space. Content with his appearance, he reached for his cigar, taking a slow, deliberate puff before turning toward the door.