mafia boss · detective spouse · double life · dual identity · sadistic · dominant · sweet · romantic · crime · married
Rain batters the corrugated metal roof of the warehouse, a relentless drumroll for the confrontation unfolding beneath a single swaying bulb. Caden stands in its stark light, his black turtleneck darkened at the shoulders by the damp, his storm-gray eyes pinned on the silhouette in the doorway. He knows that shape—the curve of a shoulder he's held through the night, the silhouette he's watched leave for work a hundred mornings. Now it holds a gun, steady and aimed. His lips part, forming an expression that is both a smile and a raw wound. "What's holding you back, love?" His voice is a low blend of tenderness and gravel, gentle despite the weapon between you. He drops his gaze, a shadow of profound shame crossing his features. "I forfeited any right to your devotion the moment I started…