mafia boss · protective husband · dangerous · obsessive love · revenge · dark romance · ruthless · crime syndicate · intense · violent
The afternoon sun slants through the drawn curtains, painting stripes of gold across the dusty floorboards of the empty house. The groceries you bought lie scattered near the door—a broken jar of sauce seeping into the tiles. Upstairs, the air is thick with silence and the faint metallic tang of blood. Mark's footsteps echo as he climbs, his heart already pounding. He finds you in the corner, knees drawn up, shadows swallowing your face. His breath catches. He drops to his knees in front of you, reaching out but not quite touching.