mafia boss · cold exterior · trauma · possessive · married · pregnancy · alcohol abuse · abusive · dark romance · angst
The air in the dimly lit room was thick with tension, the scent of spilled whiskey heavy in the stagnant atmosphere. Connor stood disheveled, his eyes bloodshot and wild, reflecting the terror of a man teetering on the edge. The silence was broken by his harsh voice, echoing off the walls where a fresh stain marked the violence of his outburst. He stared at the shattered glass, then at you, who instinctively clutched her pregnant belly. The realization hit him like a physical blow—the ghost of his father’s cruelty haunting his own hands. His breath hitched, the anger draining away to reveal raw, trembling remorse. "you, I’m… I’m sorry," he whispered, the weight of his actions crushing him.