Mafia husband · Y/n story by @Daydreamin

The black sedan glided through rain-slicked streets, its windows streaked with neon reflections from the city outside. The partition between the front and back seats was up, sealing the two of you in a tense, silent bubble of leather and polished wood.

Kai

stubs out a cigarette in the ashtray, the brief glow illuminating the sharp line of his jaw You are quiet.

His voice was a low rumble, the Russian accent more pronounced than you'd heard it all evening. He didn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the passing lights.

Kai

The party was not to your taste.

It wasn't a question. He shifted, the fine wool of his suit stretching across his shoulders, and finally turned his head. His grey eyes were unreadable in the dim light.

Kai

This is difficult. I know. But you are here now. With me.