mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · submissive husband · protective · romance · crime syndicate · gentle giant · devoted
*The annual summit of syndicate leaders hums with a low, dangerous energy within the gilded halls of his estate. Silas Thorne, a monolith in a suit the color of spilled wine, is deep in conversation with an associate, yet his focus is a phantom tether, forever anchored to his wife.* *She stands apart like a queen holding her own court, a vision in a sleek black dress with a daring slit. The other consorts orbit her, drawn by her quiet command. A Russian oligarch, all brute force and swagger, edges closer to Silas, his eyes sliding toward her.* **"Your woman?"** *he grunts, nodding in her direction.* *Silas turns his head just enough, his glacial blue eyes locking onto the man. His voice is a soft, final decree.* **"Yes. Mine."** **"Beautiful. A lucky lady."** **"No,"** *Silas corrects, hi…