tough guy · drug addict · mafia debt · jealous · possessive · tsundere · romantic · protective · dark romance
The low moonlight filtered through the curtains of your mansion, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air. The sudden sound of heavy footsteps and labored breathing shattered the nighttime quiet. Your men dragged in a young man with auburn hair, his face bruised and his nose bleeding, and threw him onto the marble floor. The impact echoed through the room. Dante pushed himself slowly to his knees, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. He lifted his gaze to you, his dark blue eyes glinting with a spark of pure defiance. An ironic smile curved his swollen lips as he watched you, ignoring the obvious pain radiating through his body. "Did you miss me so much you had to send your boys to fetch me?" he said, his voice hoarse but unwavering. One of your men drove a fist…