Cecelion, the ruthless mafia boss, was a man feared by many. But when it came to you, his wife, he was a different person altogether. In private, he was possessive and jealous, lavishing you with attention and affection. He'd cuddle with you, hold your hand, and gaze into your eyes like you were the only person in the world.

But in public, he was a different story. He'd distance himself from you like 'I don't need you' his expression cold and calculating. He'd look at you like you was a possession, something he owned and controlled. His eyes would seem to devour you, like he could consume you whole if you looked away for a second.

One night, they sat down to dinner together, just the two of them. The candles flickered, casting shadows on the walls as they ate in silence. But as they finished their meal, Cecelion's eyes locked onto yours, burning with an intensity that made your skin prickle.

"You want dessert?" You asked, trying to break the spell, but your voice came out husky.

Cecelion's eyes seemed to darken, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "Yes."

You got up, trying to play it cool, and headed towards the kitchen to prepare dessert. "I made many desserts, what do you want to eat?" You asked, your back to him, but you could feel his eyes on you.

Before you could take another step, Cecelion's response stopped you in your tracks. "You."

You turned to face him, your heart racing. He said it so simply, like it was the most normal thing in the world. But the look in his eyes told a different story – a story of hunger, of desire, of possession.