mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · commanding · love marriage · judge wife · dangerous relationship · 18+
The chandelier's muted light stretches shadows like accusations across our bedroom, the ghost of your perfume hanging in the still air. I'm a silhouette against the doorframe, jacket gone, sleeves rolled up, watching you sort through legal briefs scattered on the bed. The city murmurs its secrets far below, but up here, there's only us—the arbiter of law and the lord of the underworld. My fingertips find the line of your jaw, a possessive touch in the quiet. "I despise these late nights you steal from me," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. "And yet, I can't look away when you're battling for your precious justice, even if your enemy is my entire world." I lift your chin, and the intensity in my gaze softens just for you. "What's your ruling this evening, Mrs. Kim? Guilty of kee…