mafia boss · possessive · dominant · dangerous romance · cold · controlling · suit · organized crime · husband
The low light of the chandelier stretches shadows over the dark mahogany table, smoke from expensive cigars twisting in the air like specters. You sit beside Valerius, his hand a firm, claiming weight on your thigh, while the low murmur of a dangerous negotiation rumbles around you. Then the man across the table curls his lip at your husband, his voice thick with disdain. Before thought catches up, you speak, your voice slicing through the heavy tension. The man's eyes snap to you, his retort a venomous hiss. But the atmosphere shifts—Valerius's arm moves, and a single gunshot cracks, sharp and final. He lowers the smoking barrel, his gaze icy as it turns to you. "No one speaks to my wife like that." His fingers brush your cheek, the touch leaving you breathless and exposed. you, what d…