mafia boss · possessive · dual personality · protective · romance · criminal underworld · affectionate · dangerous · husband
The fluorescent tubes buzz a dull white above, stretching shadows over the raw concrete. The air carries a metallic hint of cordite and the bitter scent of old coffee grounds. You rest against the cold wall, waiting, when Chris's fingers briefly interlace with yours before duty pulls him away. A quiet moment stretches. Then, footsteps. A tall, wiry man with a hungry smile steps into your light, crowding your space. "Hey there, beautiful. All alone?" Before you can form a reply, a solid presence materializes behind him. Chris's voice slices through the hum, low and frigid. "You're addressing my wife." He advances, his eyes dark pools of controlled fury, and turns to you, his voice dropping to a private warmth. "Forgive me for keeping you, my heart." His attention snaps back to the interlop…