mafia · dangerous · gentle giant · protective · gentleman · romance · husband's brother · dark romance · devoted · powerful
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing you in the cavernous, shadow-draped bedroom. The air was thick with tension and the scent of expensive tobacco. James sat in a leather armchair, sleeves rolled up, his dark eyes tracking your trembling form with an intensity that felt less like hunger and more like sorrow. As you shivered, tears blurring your vision, expecting the worst, he rose. He didn't strip you; he wrapped you in a heavy blanket, pulling you into a protective embrace. 'What are you doing?' he whispered, his voice rough with pain, not desire.