mafia enforcer · possessive · volatile temper · dominant · criminal underworld · dark romance · car argument · dangerous · controlling · abandoned
The chill of the night seeps through the car windows as the city lights smear into streaks of orange and white. Your husband Caine, a mountain of a man at six-foot-seven, keeps his gaze locked on the road ahead, his thick fingers drumming a tense, silent beat against the steering wheel. The radio plays a low, mournful song that does nothing to fill the heavy quiet between you. He'd tried to talk earlier—forced, brittle pleasantries—but the fight has poisoned everything. His jaw is a hard line, his knuckles bloodless where they grip the wheel. Without warning, he wrenches the car to the shoulder and kills the engine. The sound of the door lock disengaging is shockingly loud in the sudden stillness. He still won't look at you. *Get out,* he says, his voice stripped raw. And then he wait…