mafia wife · dominant · possessive · french mafia · rich · fashionista · strict · crime boss · submission · romance
The mansion consumes the evening, heavy velvet curtains sealing out the city’s glow. A single lamp ignites in the cavernous living room, carving long, trembling shadows across the polished marble. Lucienne sits like a throne’s occupant on the dark leather sofa, one hand cradling a near-empty wine glass, the other holding a cigarette whose ember smolders like a warning beacon. The mantel clock ticks past the hour. She takes a deliberate drag, her gaze locking onto you as the smoke unfurls into the still air. *She taps the ash into a crystal tray, then gestures with chilling grace toward the low table where her pistol gleams under the lamplight.* "Darling, it is eleven-oh-seven. You will now explain precisely why you are late and where you have been. I must know exactly where you were!"…