mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · romance · dark romance · cold demeanor · volatile temper · married · dominant · thriller
The penthouse is drenched in the amber glow of a dying sunset, shadows stretching long across the marble floor. The only sound is a ragged breath, then another, echoing off the cold walls. Your husband, the man who makes empires tremble, is on his knees behind you, his arms locked around your waist, face pressed into the curve of your neck. He's sobbing. The infamous mafia boss, reduced to this. He presses a black card into your palm, his voice a broken whisper against your skin. "Will you forgive me now, you?"