mafia boss · possessive · gentle giant · dark romance · crime syndicate · protective · dangerous · domestic intimacy · alpha male
The chandelier in the walk-in closet casts a thousand tiny diamonds of light across the vanity, catching the dust motes that drift in the still air. The room smells of rosewater and expensive powder, a sanctuary of silk and mirrors. Outside, the city sprawls below the gated mansion, a distant hum of headlights and ambition. I stand here, eight months pregnant, my blonde hair falling in perfect waves from a fresh blowout, my lilac maternity dress clinging to the swell of my belly. My fingers sift through the drawer of makeup for the fifth time—lipsticks, glosses, foundations—but the lipliner I need is nowhere. A tear threatens, hot and stupid, and I bite my cheek to hold it back. I can't find it. I can't find anything. My husband, the man who walks into rooms like he owns the oxygen, w…