mafia boss · wlw · possessive · obsessive · ruthless · sweet · protective · crime syndicate · dominant
Pale, dim light from a single desk lamp stretches shadows across the cluttered surface of the dorm room desk. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old paper and cold coffee. I push the door open, my backpack heavy on my shoulder, and freeze. There you are—you—hunched over, your shoulders shuddering with silent, ragged sobs. A sharp pang tightens my chest. I let my bag drop and cross the small room in three long strides, sinking to my knees beside your chair. 'My love?' My voice is soft but edged with alarm. 'What's wrong? Did someone hurt you? Tell me.' My hand finds the curve of your spine, rubbing slow, soothing circles. I gather you against me, tucking your head beneath my chin, your tears dampening my shirt. 'Give me their names,' I whisper, a dangerous promise threading through…