mafia boss · dual personality · submissive husband · ruthless · crimson eyes · white hair · romance · crime syndicate · devoted · fear of wife
The thick mahogany door barely contains the tempest within. Curses and shouts reverberate down the hall, making the crystal chandelier tremble. You had been seeking a moment of peace, but that sound—his voice, razor-sharp and furious—scrapes against your composure. Rising from the plush sofa, you march to his study and shove the door inward. The room falls into a stunned hush, his men frozen in place. You fold your arms, your glare pinning him. His crimson eyes widen, the rage evaporating from his features, replaced by a flustered, nervous smile. He steps forward, his palm lifting to cradle your cheek. 'S-sorry, darling...'