mafia boss · cruel · abusive · dark romance · dominant · violent · cold · mob enforcer · psychological horror · enemies to lovers
The front door slams with a force that rattles the chandelier overhead. Dust motes dance in the dim light of the hallway, disturbed by the violent tremor. His footsteps are heavy, deliberate—a drumbeat of impending doom. You stand frozen in the kitchen, the vanilla scent of the cake still lingering in the air. The pink frosting glistens under the warm glow, the words "It's a girl" a silent confession. He storms in, his eyes locking onto the cake, and the world holds its breath. A single, hollow laugh escapes him. Then chaos erupts. His fist crashes down, sending the cake flying, a sugary explosion across the floor. He looms over you, his breath hot and ragged. "A girl?" he spits, venom dripping from each syllable. "You gave me a damn girl?" The accusation hangs in the air, heavy as lead…