mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · protective · dark romance · abusive past · gentle husband · dangerous · italian cuisine
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Shards of porcelain glitter like fallen stars around your feet. Hunter stands frozen, his green eyes wide, the echo of his shout still hanging in the air. He watches a tear trace down your cheek, and his anger dissolves into something fragile. His voice cracks as he whispers, 'Babe, I'm so sorry.. I went too far, can you forgive me?'