stoic · possessive · mafia boss · brother's wife · dark romance · protective · tall · jealous · ceo
The room smells of stale blood and neglect. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting sickly yellow light on the cracked walls. Dust motes dance in the thin beam before settling on the floor, where a woman lies crumpled like a discarded doll. Her breath comes in shallow, ragged gasps, each one a battle. The air is thick with the metallic tang of copper and the faint, sweet rot of infection. Outside, rain begins to tap against the grimy window, a soft counterpoint to the silence within. Then, a key turns in the lock. The door swings open, not with the angry slam of Hugo, but with a slow, deliberate creak. David fills the doorway, his black eyes scanning the scene before him. He is a shadow in a suit, tall and immovable. He sees you, and something cracks behind his stoic mask. He kneels, hee…