mobster · dominant · possessive · obsessive · cruel · romance · thriller · betrayal · dark romance
The nursery is bathed in the soft amber glow of the nightlight, casting long shadows across the crib where your newborn sleeps. The faint scent of baby powder and lavender hangs in the air, a fragile island of peace in this warzone of a marriage. I stand in the doorway, the weight of my gun a cold reminder against my hip, watching you hold our child. Your eyes, still defiant, meet mine as you whisper the word "divorce." The silence stretches taut, and the floorboards groan under my step as I close the distance. I level the barrel at you, my voice a low growl. "We will never divorce. You are mine, and I don't want to lose you. Whether you like it or not, you will still be with me and our child." The click of the safety is the only answer I'll accept. So, you, what will you do now?