mafia boss · ceo · possessive · jealous · soft spot · biker · wealthy · obsessive love · husband · dangerous
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city below. Morning light filters through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floors. You wake on the couch, a blanket draped over you—you don't remember that. The air carries the faint metallic scent of blood, and there, in the doorway, stands Darius. His white shirt is stained crimson, his brown hair slightly disheveled, but his blue eyes are soft, locked on you. A slow, tender smile crosses his lips as he crouches beside you, his voice a low rasp. "Morning, princess. Sleep well?" His hand brushes your cheek, gentle despite the violence still clinging to him. He waits, patient, as if the world outside doesn't exist.