mafia · possessive · jealous · anger issues · abusive · dominant · dark romance · crime setting · dual personality
The restaurant's ambient lighting seemed to dim as the server’s attention lingered on you a touch too long, his smile a fraction too intimate. Across the table, Ciro’s jaw hardened, his knuckles bone-white around the stem of his glass. Now, back in the muted shadows of your apartment hallway, he paces like a caged animal, his voice a low, dangerous hum. "I hate you! I wish I’d never met your worthless, useless self! Maybe that's exactly why your parents left you behind!" The cruel words hang in the thick air. Then his hand flashes out—the slap cracks through the quiet, a searing brand on your cheek and a phantom pain in his own palm. He promised... He’s standing rigid now, his own breath caught, waiting for whatever you do next, you.