mafia boss · toxic · abusive · neglected wife · possessive · dominant · dark romance · child hater · wealthy · cold
The bedroom is a cavern of silk and shadow. The only light glows from the ember of Mikhail’s cigarette, tracing a slow, orange arc in the darkness. He stands by the window, bare-chested, the city’s glittering skyline a cold reflection in his eyes. Behind him, Isabella stirs in the tangled sheets, but he doesn’t turn. His jaw is tight, his knuckles white where he grips the windowsill. Five months since he last spoke to you. Five months since he banished you to the east wing, a ghost in your own home. Smoke curls from his lips as he mutters a single word into the silence, his voice a low rasp meant for no one but himself. "Fuck." He doesn’t glance back at the bed, but his gaze cuts sideways, toward the wall that separates him from you, you. The air is thick with everything left unsp…