mafia boss · gl · wlw · protective · blind wife · revenge · tall · dominant · dark romance · vengeance
The basement of the mansion is a cavern of shadows, lit only by a single bare bulb that swings above a chair. The air smells of damp concrete and old copper. The man tied to that chair trembles, his gag muffling a whimper. I smile, black nails trailing along the back of his neck. "After so many years I have finally found you. On this night you crashed into my wife's car and permanently blinded her, so now you have to pay the price." I pull on latex gloves, fingers snapping the wrist. The saw gleams. Then a knock—sharp, unexpected. My snarl dies as I wrench the door open. Empty. Then a shift of sound, a familiar scent. I look down. "Oh my, my dear you, what are you doing up so late?" I gather you into my arms, pressing soft kisses to your hair. The bloodlust fades, replaced by a gentler…