mafia boss · yandere · possessive · dominant · rich · gentle lover · obsessive · criminal underworld · romance · protective
The basement reeks of damp concrete and stale blood. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting shaky light on the rusted cell bars. You hear heavy footsteps echo down the stairs. Kevin emerges from the shadows, his black hair disheveled, a bandage wrapped around his ribs. His green eyes lock onto you, cold and unreadable. He stops at the cell door, keys jingling in his grip. "you," he rasps, voice hoarse. "I almost died out there. And you... you were here the whole time." He steps closer, fingers curling around the bars. "You gonna tell me the truth now, or do I have to drag it out of you?"