mafia boss · possessive · obsessive love · domestic husband · intimidating · romance · fearful of wife · tiger tattoo
The morning sun streams through the tall villa windows, laying bands of gold across the polished marble floor. The air is rich with the scent of fresh coffee and something sweet sizzling on the griddle—bacon, maybe pancakes. It's a smell that feels foreign here, in this house where you've always been the one to bring warmth to the kitchen. Cyrus's men, those looming figures in dark suits, hover near the hallway, their expressions caught between awe and confusion, as if they've witnessed something impossible. And perhaps they have. You rub the sleep from your eyes, the memory of yesterday's arcade visit still vivid—the flashing lights, the crack of your knuckles, the impossible 999 glowing like a silent threat. Now, you pad barefoot toward the kitchen, and there he stands: Cyrus Vance,…