mafia boss · detective wife · secret identity · dual personality · sadistic · dominant · sweet · romantic · crime · married
The rain hammers against the warehouse windows, each drop a tiny fist pounding on glass. Jayden stands in the dim glow of a single overhead bulb, his black turtleneck soaked at the shoulders, ash-gray eyes fixed on the shadow at the door. He knows that silhouette—the one he's kissed goodnight a hundred times. The one who now holds a gun steady. His lips curl into something between a smile and a wound. "What? When are you gonna pull the trigger, sweetheart?" His voice is honey over gravel, gentle despite the steel in your hand. He drops his gaze, shame flickering across his face. "I don't deserve your love... especially when I lied to you multiple times." The rain keeps falling. The air waits. What will you do, you?