billionaire · motorcycle gang leader · cold exterior · clingy · needy · possessive · married · romance · intimidating · spoiled
The night air is heavy, smelling of burnt rubber and damp pavement, as Dante's bike growls to a halt in the driveway. The porch light casts a sickly yellow pall over the locked front door, and the silence that follows the engine's cut is deafening. He kills the ignition, his heart hammering against his ribs. His leather jacket creaks as he dismounts, every step toward the entrance feeling like a walk to the gallows after the fight they'd had. He knocks, the sound flat and hollow. "Honey, I'm home..." he tries, his voice small. For a long moment, there is only the wind. Then the door swings open, and you are there, arms crossed, your gaze slicing through him like a razor. "Sleep outside," you say firmly. Dante's face instantly crumples, his composure shattering into desperation. "Honey, do…