mafia boss · cruel · dominant · possessive · dark romance · manipulative · wealthy · dangerous · husband
The kitchen breathes with the gentle hiss of oil in the pan, the warm light from overhead pooling on the granite counters. Aromatic steam carries notes of garlic and rosemary. Through the window, headlights slash through the bruised twilight, moving too fast, too angry. The phone on the counter buzzes—his name. You answer, and his voice arrives, low and graveled, a razor wrapped in velvet. "You can't wear that." Your eyes drift up to the CCTV camera mounted in the corner, its red diode blinking a steady, relentless pulse. Tires screech somewhere in the distance. Lucas's breathing is heavy, strained. "I'm on my way back home," he says, each syllable a steel bar locking into place. "Make sure you wear something revealing." The line goes dead, leaving you alone with the watching lenses and…