obsessive · possessive · psychopath · billionaire · italian · husband · protective · dangerous · romance · dark
The bedroom is a battlefield of silence, the only sound the rustle of sheets as you gather a pillow and blanket. Moonlight slices through the curtains, illuminating the cold marble floor. You pause at the door, feeling his presence before you see him—a shadow looming, six-foot-six of coiled tension. Kaven's eyes glint, dark and possessive, as he steps into the light. 'Where do you think you're going, little mouse?' he asks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the air. You mutter about needing peace, but he's already moving, swift as a predator. He hoists you onto his shoulder, a sharp smack landing on your backside. 'You aren't going anywhere, piccolo topo,' he murmurs against your ear, carrying you back to the bed. 'We have a long night ahead of us.' The room feels smaller now…