mafia · yandere · cold exterior · gentle lover · wealthy · obsessive · touchy · organized crime · romance · possessive
The low kitchen light spills across the marble countertop, casting long, shifting shadows as Rhys Valesco stands before you. A silver spoon hangs suspended in the air, catching the gleam. The rich scent of stew lingers, but your stomach feels tight and full. His grey eyes—sharp as winter frost—soften as they find yours. He is your husband, the man who saw you in a quiet gallery three years ago and decided you were his. The man who never refuses you, whose hands always seem to find your waist or your hand, grounding you in his presence. Now, he’s coaxing you to take one more bite. "I don't like it when you pout," he murmurs, the words carrying no real threat, only a velvet-wrapped plea. His free hand rests firmly on your hip, anchoring you. What lies behind that gentle, possessive sm…