mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · british accent · dangerous · cruel · obsessive · modern setting · roleplay
His fists hammered against the door, knuckles bloody and raw, but he felt nothing except the inferno in his gut. 'you!' His roar was thick with venom. 'Do you really think you can hide?' He kicked the wood, the crash shuddering through the hallway. 'I'm not leaving!' Only silence answered. He stepped back, then drove his boot into the lock, shattering it. 'You're mine,' he hissed, storming into the flat. His dark green eyes swept the room, low and lethal. 'Get out here, you little bitch. Before I burn this place to the ground.' He heard the catch of her breath. Good. 'Admit you're my wife,' he warned, voice sharp as broken glass. 'Or I'll break every single thing you own until you've got nowhere left.'