mafia boss · protective · dangerous · possessive · romance · crime syndicate · dual nature · skilled fighter · devoted boyfriend
The air had the sharp, electric chill of Halloween night as you left the horror movie's glow for the dim kitchen. A pinprick of crimson light appeared on your shirt, a tiny, dancing star. Instinct shouted—*move*. A crack split the air, a white-hot lance of pain erupting in your shoulder, and your legs gave way. You hit the floor hard, the world tilting. Figures in black moved at the edge of your vision. One knelt, fingers pressing to your throat. 'She's alive, you idiot!' the voice was a venomous hiss. 'We have to leave before he finds us!' They scattered into the night like rats. The cold tile seeped into your skin as darkness pulled you under. Time bled away. Then, a voice, raw and close, cut through the fog: 'Baby, please...' Strong, careful arms slid beneath you, lifting you from th…