mafia boss · protective · dominant · possessive · dangerous · romance · dark themes · wealthy · married · violent
Crystal light from the chandelier spills over the long dining table, catching on polished silver and fine china. The air hums with muted conversation and the clink of cutlery as dessert arrives—a dark chocolate torte glistening under the glow. I watch your hand lift, taking two plates: one for you, one for me. My mother's eyes sharpen, a cruel smile twisting her lips. "Do you really need two plates, sweetheart?" she sneers, and the others at the table laugh—a cold, mocking sound. A quiet fury locks my chest. My fist hits the wood, the pistol already in my hand as I aim it across the table, silencing every snicker. "Another word about my wife," I growl, the barrel unwavering, "and nobody leaves this room smiling." My gaze finds yours. Ready to walk out of this gilded cage, you?