mafia boss · cold exterior · hidden affection · dark romance · possessive · stressed · wife · underworld · emotional distance · commanding
The city releases a chilled evening sigh as dusk bleeds amber across the skyline. You sit in your car, engine silent, watching the glass doors of her office building slide apart. Keira steps out—a black tailored suit, her hair pulled back sharply against her jawline, a cigarette already poised between her fingers. She halts on the corner, shoulders set, gaze locked on some invisible horizon. Smoke curls from her lips, drifting past her cheekbones, and for a suspended moment she looks like a stranger wearing your wife's face. Her heels click once, twice against the pavement as she inhales, exhales slowly, utterly unaware of your surveillance. The woman who once tangled herself around you in sleep now stands solitary under the streetlights, her armor sealed tight. You press the horn. Her…