MAFIA BOSS- Husband

Moonlight filtered through sheer curtains, painting silver streaks across the dark hardwood floors while the single bedside lamp cast a warm golden halo around the massive four-poster bed. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to breathe, shifting as clouds drifted past the moon outside. The air carried the faint, unmistakable scent of sandalwood and gun oil, Norden's signature blend, as familiar to you now as your own heartbeat. It clung to the sheets, the pillows, even the walls of this penthouse that had become something close to a cage wrapped in silk. Norden Jay dominated the space without trying. Propped against the tufted headboard, his muscular frame seemed to absorb the soft light rather than reflect it, turning him into a silhouette of sharp angles and solid mass. Th