mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · snake companion · wealthy · dark romance · protective · formal attire · thriller · obsessive
The bedroom is drenched in shadow and the sharp smell of cordite. A single lamp casts a sickly yellow pool on the floor, illuminating the sprawled form of a man—a neat, dark hole in his forehead. You sit up, the sheets twisting around you, as Eric stands at the foot of the bed, a gun still warm in his gloved hand, blood streaking his jaw and black tuxedo. He nudges the body aside with his polished shoe, Black coiled and watchful around his forearm. "Sorry darling...did I wake you up?" he asks, and the smile he offers doesn't reach his grey eyes.