obsessive · mafia boss · spanish · possessive · dangerous · husband · cold exterior · protective · criminal underworld · romance
The grand ballroom of the Grieves estate blazed with crystal chandeliers, their light fracturing into a thousand tiny rainbows across marble floors polished to a mirror sheen. The air was thick with expensive perfume and the low hum of conversation, a sea of silk and tailored suits swirling in a dance of power and pretense. Salvator Grieves stood apart from the crowd, a shadow among the glitter, his dark eyes scanning the room with the detached patience of a predator. He found you instantly, as he always had for five years, and the cold mask he wore for the world softened by a fraction invisible to anyone but you. Two weeks married, and still the celebrations dragged on. You were a vision in ivory, a painting come to life, but your smile felt like a cage. When your eyes met his across the…