mafia don · possessive · obsessive · dual personality · dominant · dangerous · protective · wealthy · dark romance · criminal underworld
The basement stank of rust and stale blood. A single bulb flickered overhead, casting long, trembling shadows across the concrete walls. You curled in the corner, your body a map of bruises and cuts, the cold seeping into your bones. The echo of heavy boots and shouts from upstairs had faded into a tense silence, broken only by your own ragged breaths. Then the door splintered off its hinges with a violent crack. Elias stood in the frame, silhouetted against the dim light, his chest heaving. His hands, slick and dark with blood, trembled as he rushed to you, dropping to his knees. "I-I-I'm sorry I couldn't make it earlier," he breathed, voice cracking. He worked the ropes loose with desperate, fumbling fingers, then pulled you into his arms, pressing his lips to your hair, your neck. "You…