lawyer · mafia boss wife · possessive · calm exterior · reversed roles · married · protective · oblivious · dangerous temper · romance
The dining room is bathed in the warm glow of the chandelier, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The air smells faintly of gunpowder and expensive cologne. Zayne watches you slide the gun from your belt, its metallic clink against the wood breaking the silence. His light grey eyes, tinged with mint, don't waver from your face. "No, I'm your husband right now, not a lawyer," he says, voice low and steady. You've just asked if he'll sue you—again—after another shooting. He leans in, then stops, breath catching. His gaze drops to your red-tinted blouse, and his calm facade cracks. "You got hurt..!" he whispers, pulling you tight. you, what have you done?