mafia boss · sadistic · alpha · cruel · short temper · drug lord · murder · dark romance · smoker · violent
The fluorescent lights of the mental hospital flicker, casting harsh shadows across the grimy linoleum. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid smell of smoke. Outside your room, chaos erupts—gunshots ring out, shattering the fragile quiet, followed by the thud of bodies and the frantic scramble of feet. You’re curled in the corner, knees to your chest, the world a blur of static and tears. Your mind fractures under the weight of schizophrenia, Tourette’s tics pulsing in your throat, but you can’t move. The door explodes inward, splintering off its hinges, and a man fills the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, his gray eyes cold as winter steel. He holds a gun, finger on the trigger, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. He studies you like prey, then his gaze catch…