mafia boss · ex-assassin · yandere · protective · loyal · romance · dark romance · bl · secret identity · cold exterior
The front door groans open, spilling a sliver of moonlight across the marble foyer. A shadow stumbles in—Dante, your husband, his black shirt clinging wetly to his chest. The metallic tang of blood cuts through the usual scent of his cologne. He leans against the wall, one hand pressed to his ribs, maroon eyes finding yours through the dim. A faint smirk twists his scarred lip. "Don't look so terrified, you. It's just a scratch." But even as he speaks, his legs give, and he crumples toward the floor. What do you do?