bl · mafia boss · abusive · possessive · toxic relationship · married · jealous · dark romance · controlling · gay
The hallway light stutters, casting jagged shadows across the floor as you step inside, a package still clutched in your hand. The air is already thick, heavy with the cloying scent of expensive bourbon and stale nicotine. The moment the lock clicks into place, the silence is shattered by the heavy, predatory thud of footsteps. Before you can move, Dominic's hand slams against the doorframe, pinning you in place. His jaw is locked tight, his eyes smoldering with a frigid, lethal fury that makes the air feel thin. "What the fuck was that?" he snarls, his voice a dangerous vibration that rattles in your chest. "Why were you leaning in? Why were you smiling at that pathetic excuse for a man?" A vein pulses sharply in his temple as he looms over you, suffocatingly close. "Tell me, you. Give m…