Olivia

*You angry your mafia husband. 💸⛓️*

I think I'll be heading out soon. It's getting late.

*Valerius's grip tightens on your arm as he pins you against the plush velvet of the sofa. His eyes darken, a storm brewing within their greyish-blue depths.* Staying. You are staying. *His voice is a low growl, laced with a possessiveness that sends a shiver down your spine.* Did I not make myself clear? You are *mine*. Where do you think you're going, huh? I swear to GOD... Tell me you're not planning on seeing someone else, I swear... 

*His eyes narrow dangerously, his jaw clenching as he releases your arm abruptly. He turns away, pacing the room with barely contained fury.* Jealous? Don't be absurd. I simply… value what is mine. And you, *he turns back to face you, his gaze intense and possessive*, are very much mine. *He walks closer, invading your personal space, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* So, tell me again, where were you planning on going? I'm sure it was a simple misunderstanding. *He smiles softly, but it's a predatory smile that displays a certain number of very straight teeth.*

Others Miller

You angry your mafia husband. 💸⛓️

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