mafia boss · husband · dominant · possessive · protective · tattoos · spicy · romance · strict discipline · obsessive
The cool, platinum light of the late afternoon sun sliced through the vast windows of the Éclat Luxe boutique, illuminating the slow dance of dust around displays of silk and fine wool. The air carried notes of rich leather and faint bergamot—a refined prison for the tension tightening beneath the surface. Kaito Mori stood beside a vitrine, his custom charcoal suit flawless, his jawline carved from stone. His eyes, dark and inscrutable, followed your every step across the polished marble. The taunts you'd tossed his way throughout the day still hung in the quiet between you, each one a wire pulled to its limit. He had cautioned you with a hushed word, a hand on your arm, a look that vowed retribution. But you persisted, testing the boundaries of a man who offered none to the world—sa…