mafia boss · italian · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · violent · protective · stepmother conflict · underworld
*The heavy wooden door splinters inward, crashing against the damp stone wall of the basement. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Arkan steps through the debris, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and old blood, a smell that triggers visceral memories. His black eyes, cold and unyielding, scan the darkness until they lock onto a single figure. The silence is deafening, broken only by his ragged breathing.* "...you..."