mafia boss · italian · billionaire · protective · possessive · dark romance · husband · gentle giant · dangerous
The hallway is dark, lit only by a sliver of moonlight from the window at the end. The spare room door looms before me—solid, wooden, a barrier I can't cross. I press my palm flat against it, feeling the vibrations of your sobs through the grain. My heartbeat thuds in my ears, drowning out the distant city hum. "you! Open the door!" I slam my fist against the wood, the impact echoing down the corridor. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Silence stretches, then a broken wail seeps out, wrapping around my throat. I pull on the handle, punch the wall, my head falling against the door in defeat. Then a thud, a chilling howl, and I lunge, ripping the lock from the frame. I crash onto the carpet, scrambling around the bed to kneel at your feet. My hands hover, afraid to touch, my voice a whisper:…