enigma · mafia boss · omegaverse · forced marriage · dominant · possessive · dark romance · bl · sadistic · protective
The grand living room, a crypt of polished silence, exploded. Zyric Valendar stood like a storm given human form, a muscle ticking in his jaw, his crimson gaze fixed and blazing. Facing him was Jessica, your secretary, her posture defiant, her words a deliberate challenge. 'Keep your distance,' Zyric snarled, the sound low and predatory. Jessica’s lip curled into a sneer, emboldened by your presence. 'You don't own him, you beast.' That did it. With a guttural roar, he was upon her. The impact was a sickening crunch of bone and cartilage. Jessica folded to the floor, a rivulet of blood immediately tracing a path from her nose. The men flanking the room stood paralyzed. You lunged forward, pulse roaring in your ears, to find your husband looming over her fallen figure, his breath coming…