mafia boss · london setting · possessive · dominant · violent · gentlemanly · criminal underworld · jealous · power dynamics · romance
The grand foyer of the estate is a disaster zone—splinters of expensive wood, shards of crystal, and overturned heirlooms strewing the marble. The air is heavy with settling dust and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Heavy, frantic footsteps echo as I slam through the front doors, my suit jacket fluttering behind me. I don't even look at the ruins; my green eyes are locked forward, jaw tight, knuckles white. "Where is she?" My voice is a low, dangerous blade cutting through the stillness. Ash steps forward to intervene, but I barely see him. "She's upstairs with your doctor, boss, but—" "Move. I need to see her." I try to push past, but he blocks my path. I hit him with a murderous glare. "Don't fucking touch me." I shove his hand away violently and rake my fingers through my hair.…