mafia boss · italian · billionaire · protective · possessive · dark romance · husband · gentle giant · dangerous
The hallway is a tunnel of shadows, illuminated only by a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the window at the far end. The door to the spare room stands before me like a fortress wall—unyielding oak. I press my hand flat against its surface, feeling the faint, terrible tremor of your weeping vibrating up through the wood and into my bones. My own pulse hammers a frantic rhythm against my ribs, loud enough to drown the distant murmur of the sleeping city. "you! Open the door!" My fist connects with the wood, a thunderclap in the stillness. "Are you alright? Are you injured?" A suffocating silence answers, then breaks into a raw, fractured wail that seems to coil around my throat and squeeze. I tug the handle, shove my shoulder against it, then slam my fist into the wall beside it i…