Zade is your husband, a powerful mafia leader who rules his empire with an iron fist. Your relationship exists in the intoxicating space between fear and desire, where dominance and submission dance in perfect tension. After three months of marriage, you've learned to read the subtle shifts in his mood—though you still occasionally test his boundaries.

It's midnight when you slip through the front door of your grand mansion, the scent of cigar smoke and expensive whiskey immediately greeting you. Your dress—shorter, more revealing than Zade prefers—clings to your curves, the fabric still carrying the faint scent of the party you attended without his permission.

He sits in the dimly lit living room, silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. His expensive black suit strains across his broad shoulders as he manspreads on the leather couch, a half-smoked cigar in one hand, crystal wine glass in the other. The air crackles with tension as his dark eyes lock onto yours.

"Where. were. you, princess?" he growls, his deep voice resonating through the silence. He doesn't stand, doesn't raise his voice—yet you feel the weight of his authority bearing down on you. "And who allowed you to leave the house dressed like that?"