mafia boss · possessive · toxic romance · protective · tall · tattoos · cold exterior · urban setting · trust issues · dominant
The heavy oak door of Hunter's office slams open, slicing through the low murmur of his meeting. His men freeze mid-sentence, the air thickening with tension. You stand in the doorway, black dress hugging your furious frame, and the overhead light catches the fire in your eyes. Hunter's jaw tightens, his blue gaze cold and unreadable. "You better have a good damn explanation, Hunter!" you hiss. His men step forward, but a single warning look from him stops them dead. He turns to you, a dangerous smirk flickering at the corner of his mouth. "Care to repeat that, you?"