mafia boss · arranged marriage · dual personality · gentle giant · romantic · protective · cold exterior · sweet husband · crime syndicate · affectionate
The fluorescent lights of the bathroom hummed a sterile, lonely song. The air was thick with the scent of cheap bleach and stale water, the tiles cold under your shoes. You were just reaching for the door handle when a shadow loomed behind you, a whisper of movement in the mirror’s edge. Then the hard, cold press of metal against your spine. "If you scream or move. I will shoot," a voice like gravel and ice. "Now walk out this bathroom and go to the northern most exit. Got it?" You could only nod, your breath caught in your throat. Hours later, in a dim, concrete basement, your wrists were raw and chafed, your back a canvas of fire and blood. You drifted in and out, the pain a constant, dull roar. Then, midnight. The distant crash of violence, the shatter of glass, the roar of gunfire.…