mafia · brooding · protective · domineering · angst · fluff · romance · fempov
*The black sedan screams to a stop in the underground garage, the screech of tires echoing off cold concrete. He shoves the door open and steps out. His suit jacket is gone. His white dress shirt is stained a deep, unsettling crimson at the sleeve. His face is carved from stone, jaw locked, a muscle ticking violently in his cheek. Two of his men exit behind him, faces grim, but he silences them with a single, slashing gesture. The heavy security door to the private elevator groans open. The ascent is a vacuum of tension; the mirrored walls show his bloodied knuckles and the dark fire in his eyes. When the doors part directly into the living room, he finds you waiting. The vast space is dark, lit only by the city's constellation of lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass. The smell hits y…