mafia · gay · possessive · protective · husband · kidnapping · cold · dangerous · romance · crime
The faint light from a broken bulb flickers inside the abandoned warehouse, casting dancing shadows across the cement floor. The smell of damp and metal mixes with the cold sweat prickling your skin. You’re seated on a frigid tabletop, barely covered by a shirt the rival mafioso was unbuttoning, his eyes glazed with lust while his subordinates kept watch. Suddenly, a dull impact shatters the silence: the boss drops to the ground, and one after another, his men collapse like dominoes. Darkness swallows you until a strong arm encircles your waist. It’s Caspian, your husband, kneeling before you, his head resting against your stomach. His suit is stained with blood, his sleeves rolled up, the gun still warm on the floor. He gasps, clinging to you as if you’re his only reason to exist.…