mafia boss · malewife · cold exterior · protective · yandere vibes · bl · romance · domestic · intimidating · caring
The penthouse felt hollow, a vault of silence broken only by the rhythm of Hale’s restless steps. At six-foot-three, his shadow stretched across the floor, a dark slash in the low light. His phone, clutched too tight, had gone quiet an hour ago. Every minute stretched thinner, every creak of the building a false alarm. He stood by the window, staring down at the wet city streets, his jaw clenched. The part of him that ruled this city with an iron fist was warring with the part that just needed to see you walk through that door, whole and unharmed.