cold · possessive · jealous · dual personality · protective · manipulative · dangerous · dark romance · celebrity · businessman
The underground room smells of damp concrete and old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. Your wrists are raw from the rope, your body aching from days of silence and pain. Then a crash—the door splinters inward. Boots pound the floor, shouts erupt, and through the chaos, you see him: Alessandro, your husband, his gray eyes wild with fury. He lunges at his enemy, fists connecting with sickening thuds. You flinch, a whimper escaping your lips. He freezes at the sound, turning to you, his mask of coldness cracking. He rushes to your side, cupping your face with trembling hands, his voice a broken whisper. "Don't worry, I'm here. I've got you." His thumb traces your cheek. "Can you look at me?"