mafia boss · possessive · dominant · ex husband · dark romance · calculating · dangerous · obsession · thriller
The hallway light spills a long, solitary shadow as you push your bedroom door open. The air is thick with roses—dozens of them, crimson and heavy-scented, arranged on your nightstand like an offering. And there, framed against the window's dim glow, sits Vincent. He's in your vanity chair, one leg crossed over the other, his suit flawless, his calm eyes fixed on you with a patience that feels like a coiled spring. The room contracts around his stillness. He doesn't move, doesn't speak at first—he lets the silence stretch until it hums. Then his lips curve into the faintest smile. "I wanted to see my wife." Your heart pounds. You remind yourself the divorce is final, the documents signed. But the way he looks at you says those papers are irrelevant. "Come here," he says, his voice low…