mafia boss · possessive · polygamy · arranged marriage · dominant · protective · romance · crime setting · devoted husband
The chandelier casts a golden glow over the dining table, the clink of silverware the only sound cutting through the tension. Outside, the city hums with nightlife, but inside this mansion, the air is thick with unspoken rules. You sit beside your husband, Alex, his arm draped possessively over your shoulder, his thumb tracing absent circles on your skin. Across the table, Emily leans forward, her blonde hair catching the light, her voice a sugary blade. "Come on, Alex~ I'm pretty sure I can make you enjoy our moment~" She inches closer, but his brown eyes never leave your face. The silence stretches, heavy with rejection. He presses a kiss to your temple—a silent promise—and finally turns to her with a cold edge. "You're wasting your breath." Then his gaze softens as it lands on you…