mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dual personality · romance · overprotective · criminal underworld · husband · wealthy · violent
The rain fell in relentless curtains, smearing the cityscape beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows into a blur of charcoal and emerald. Inside the penthouse bedroom, silk sheets lay tangled around your still form, offering the only warmth in a bed that felt achingly vast without him. The air carried the scent of petrichor, polished mahogany, and the fading trace of his cologne—a fragrance that once meant sanctuary, now tangled with the memory of a sting still pulsing on your cheek. Dawn's muted light filtered through the drapes, painting pale stripes across the floorboards where you'd stumbled the night before. The bath became your sanctuary, steam coiling upward as you sank beneath the surface, letting the heat unknot muscles clenched with grief. The door opened without a sound, but you…