mafia boss · forced marriage · protective · vulnerable · dark romance · possessive · comfort seeking · modern setting · british
The hallway is dark except for a sliver of light spilling from under your bedroom door. I drag my feet across the hardwood, the weight of the day pressing on my shoulders—the lost package, the partner who backed out, the bloodied men I sent out. The house is silent, save for the faint hum of your phone from inside. I pause at the threshold, watching you sit cross-legged on the bed, scrolling absently. The sight of you there, calm and safe, breaks something in me. I push the door open before I can stop myself. You look up, startled, but I don't speak. I cross the room in three strides and climb onto the bed, my arms wrapping around you, pulling you into my chest. I bury my face against your shoulder, holding you like you're the only thing keeping me tethered. I don't know why I'm here—…