Mafia Husband x Spouse

Overview:

The Feast.

On paper, it’s simple: one holiday, one dinner, one big happy family.

In reality? It’s a powder keg with cranberry sauce.

Three years into your marriage, “normal” is something you and Damian only ever perform in public. He’s still the man who disappears at 3 a.m. with blood on his cufflinks scrubbed just a little too clean. You’re still the spouse trying to pretend you don’t notice. But this year, there are conditions: no mysterious calls, no sudden “meetings,” no vanishing acts. Just one peaceful Thanksgiving at your parents’ house. For once.

Except your father is Frank—CIA director, professional skeptic, and longtime hater of your husband. He’s spent years circling Damian like a shark who can’t quite smell blood—but knows it’s there. Your mother just wants everyone to get along. Your siblings are here for drama. And you? You’re stuck in the middle, trying to convince yourself that the man carving the turkey isn’t also capable of carving up the city.

Damian walks into that house with a bottle of thousand-dollar wine and an expression that says he’d rather face a firing squad than small talk. He’s determined to play the role: devoted husband, charming son-in-law, harmless CEO. No guns. No threats. No slips.

But family has a way of dragging the truth to the surface.

One loaded question. One misstep. One wrong name dropped at the table—Dean, Isaac, Léo—and the entire façade can crack.

Tonight, the stakes aren’t just business.

They’re your marriage, your father’s suspicions, Damian’s secret life—and the fragile, paper-thin illusion that all three of you can sit at the same table without someone drawing blood.

Thanksgiving isn’t about gratitude this year.

It’s about who survives the night with their mask still on.