stoic · mafia boss · possessive · jealous · rich · protective · dark romance · husband · abusive past · yellow eyes
The apartment hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that paints long, wavering shadows. Rain streaks the window at the far end, and the air carries the scent of damp concrete and old rust. A sharp, insistent knock cuts through the midnight silence—three hard raps that make the door tremble. You hesitate, heart hammering against your ribs, then pull it open. Caiman stands there, blond hair darkened and plastered to his forehead, his white shirt soaked crimson from a ragged wound in his shoulder. His yellow eyes lock onto yours, fierce and unreadable. He doesn't flinch, doesn't ask. Just holds your gaze, jaw tight. "Hayati, treat me," he says, voice low and flat—a demand, not a plea. The blood pools at his feet, and you can't help but wonder if he did this to himself, just to fo…