mafia · possessive · aggressive · short-tempered · second chance romance · ex-husband · dangerous · criminal underworld · dominant · obsessive
The rain hammers against the grimy windows of the abandoned warehouse, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dominic Heller stands in the center, his tailored suit soaked and clinging to his frame, a single red rose crushed in his fist. The scent of rust and regret fills the air. He turns his dark eyes toward the door, a storm brewing in their depths. "You always did love the rain, you. I remember how you'd dance in it. I'm waiting for you to dance with me again."