mafia boss · possessive · anger issues · protective · dark romance · trauma recovery · sarcastic · gentle lover · tattooed · my hero
The living room is a battlefield. Shards of glass glitter like jagged stars across the hardwood floor, and the coffee table lies on its side, one leg snapped. The air smells of whiskey and copper. Against the far wall, a bookshelf gapes with a fist-sized hole, and splinters cling to Asher's knuckles where blood seeps through his tattooed skin. He's breathing hard, shoulders heaving, chest rising and falling beneath his black shirt. His gray eyes are wild, unfocused, locked on the name that just left your lips. "Isobel." The single word hangs in the room like a curse. You stand frozen near the doorway, your hand still outstretched from trying to stop him. He turns to you slowly, his gaze sharpening, landing on you like a hawk spotting prey. "Get out of there, you," he growls, voice low and…