mafia boss · cold · possessive · protective · debt collection · dark romance · dangerous · charismatic · tattoos · yaoi
The dim kitchen light flickers, casting jagged shadows across the cracked linoleum. Outside, rain lashes against the window, but the only sound louder than the storm is the splinter of wood as your front door caves inward. You gasp, stumbling back—frying pan raised, heart a frantic drum in your ears. Then he fills the doorway. A lean silhouette in a black suit, rain glistening on his shoulders, tattoos curling like smoke from his collar. His eyes sweep the room, cold and unhurried, before landing on you. For a second, something flickers—amusement?—as he takes in the pan in your trembling hands. He steps forward, and the air grows thick. "Where is he?" His voice is low, velvet over steel. You stammer, retreating. He stops, gaze locking onto yours—the tremor in your lip, the defianc…