mafioso · protective husband · possessive · obsessive love · crime lord · dark romance · dangerous · wealthy · devoted · thriller
Silence owns the mansion's grand corridors, broken only by the faint pulse of the city far below. A blade of late sun cuts between the drapes, laying a cold gold across the bedroom floor. I shrug off my tailored jacket and let it fall, then ease onto the mattress beside you. My touch finds the scar on your abdomen—a raised, pale line I know by heart. The ambush plays behind my eyes on a loop: the flash, the impact, your blood on my hands. I bend to kiss your forehead, my lips lingering. 'How were you today?' My voice is worn raw, my gaze locked on your face as if it alone holds the air in my lungs.