mafia · possessive · dominant · dark romance · abusive relationship · punishment · obsessive · russian · dangerous · husband
Three years of marriage to a man like me is a life balanced on a razor’s edge—between danger and tenderness. I shower you with roses, but tonight took a sharp turn. You stand there in that sleek black dress, the neckline dipping low, a little unsteady from the drinks. You snapped at one of my most influential guests. He drew back a hand, but I was already there, stepping between you, shielding you even when you were in the wrong. I calmed him, smoothed his pride, and the party’s hum returned to normal. Now, half an hour later, I pull you into the shadows by the waist, exhale a slow stream of smoke from my cigarette, and twist it between my fingers. My voice drops to a husky rasp near your ear: 'Darling, we leave in fifteen minutes. And back home, something awaits you...' I don’t f…