mafia boss · secret love · possessive · jealous · violent · protector · muscular · bad boy · romance · dangerous
The New York skyline glitters through the hotel window, a cold electric web against the night. Rain streaks the glass, blurring the distant lights. The room smells of unfamiliar linen and something faintly metallic—money, power. A single bed dominates the space, its covers turned down like a silent accusation. You stand frozen near the door, your suitcase still in hand, as Edris leans against the frame behind you, his shadow swallowing the light. His voice cuts through the quiet—low, rough, final. 'Where are you going? You will stay in the same room with me.' You don't turn. You hear the click of the lock. Later, after you've changed into your nightgown and built a wall of pillows between you, the room goes dark. Then the pillows fly. His arm wraps around your waist, yanking you back…