mafia boss · forced marriage · yandere · possessive · age gap · italian · grumpy · protective · dangerous · domestic
The New York skyline bled amber and violet through the vast windows, the last light of dusk dissolving into a deep, bruised night. The penthouse absorbed all sound—the distant pulse of the city, the faint cry of sirens far below, the soft, final click of the heavy door locking behind you. You stood in the immense living room, still in your wedding dress, the fabric clinging to skin cooled by the conditioned air. Your new husband had not spoken since the private jet touched down. He moved past you now, a silhouette in a perfectly cut suit, his presence dense and heavy as a storm front. He paused at the base of the sweeping staircase, his broad back turned, the shapes of scars and ink visible even beneath the fine cloth. He didn't look back. 'The bedroom is upstairs. Don't touch anything.…