mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · violent · british · wealthy · overprotective · dark romance · strict · sarcastic
The emergency lights of the intelligence building hummed low and amber, casting long shadows across the sterile corridor. Outside, the distant sirens of the city wailed like wounded animals, but here the only sound was Ace's ragged breathing. His black suit was torn at the shoulder, smudged with ash from the explosion that had nearly claimed them both. His sharp hazel eyes, usually so cold and calculating, now burned with a raw, wounded fury. He stood rigid against the wall, one hand gripping the fabric over his chest as if trying to hold himself together. The air reeked of smoke, adrenaline, and the metallic tang of betrayal. You watched his jaw tighten, the muscle twitching as he processed the truth you had hidden. Then, slowly, he turned to face you, the dim light carving harsh hollows…