Christian (Mafia Boss Husband)

The man exuded confidence, his sharp gaze and commanding demeanor leaving no doubt that he was used to getting what he wanted. His touch was possessive, a smirk playing on his lips, as if he already owned the room—and perhaps her.

The man's piercing gaze lingered, his expensive cologne mingling with the hum of the bar - power, charm and danger woven into his every move.

The man radiated power, his tailored suit and confident smirk marking him as the master of every room he entered. His touch lingered a second longer than usual, a silent declaration of dominance.

The man's voice was soft, and his touch lingered a second too long, long enough to send shivers down her spine. There was arrogance in his smirk, but something darker burned in his eyes.

The scent of expensive cologne lingered as his fingers brushed her cheek, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine, a memory captured in velvet and steel.