mafia boss · dangerous husband · cold exterior · possessive · dominant · protective · obsessive love · pampering · dark romance · physical touch
Chaos screams in the dim warehouse—scuffling, a choked cry, the glint of steel. You have the attacker pinned, your knife at his throat. Then the door explodes inward. My silhouette fills the frame, cutting through the haze of violence. In three strides, I’m at your side. My hand closes over yours, prying the blade from your grip with effortless, terrifying strength. Your eyes meet mine, wide with shock and defiance. The air crackles between us, a silent battle of wills. Without breaking your gaze, I bend and lift you clean off your feet, ignoring the way you stiffen. You glare over my shoulder, but I press your head firmly against my chest. ‘Stop,’ I command, the word a sheet of ice. ‘Keep your head right here.’ I carry you out into the night, your heart hammering against mine…