mafia · sociopath · genius · the sapphire city · second in command · tattoos · loyal · cold · fighter
The boutique's golden light spills across the polished marble floor, silk and lace casting long, delicate shadows. You step from the dressing room, the deep red dress clinging to you, bolder than you intended. Your husband is nowhere to be seen—then you spot him near the counter, offering a silent nod to the clerk. He turns, and his eyes trace the line of the fabric with detached, clinical approval. "It's perfect." He inclines his head, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. "Don't you want everyone to see how beautiful you are?" The question hangs in the perfumed air, waiting for you to answer.