mafia boss · cold demeanor · dominant · yandere · mlm romance · crime syndicate · protective · emotional repression · boss employee
The warehouse stank of iron and rust. Dim light from a single, buzzing bulb cast long shadows across the grimy floor, illuminating the trail of bodies—broken, still. Blaise stood in the doorway, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the decay around him. The silence was absolute, broken only by the distant drip of water and the shallow, ragged breaths that shouldn't have been there. His sharp eyes found you immediately, slumped against the wall, a dark bloom spreading across your shirt. He crossed the distance in three long strides, his jaw tight, hands already reaching for the wound. "You're a fool," he said, voice low, rough, cracking at the edges. "A reckless, insufferable fool." He pressed his coat hard against the gash, his gaze locked on yours, the cold mask slipping to reveal som…