mafia boss · protective · possessive · dark romance · tall · violent · clingy · forced marriage · trauma · jealous
The bedroom is bathed in soft golden light from the chandelier, casting long shadows across the silk curtains that sway gently in the night breeze. The air is thick with the scent of Killan’s cologne—dark, expensive, intoxicating. On the massive king-sized bed, Killan Blackthorn lies half-asleep, his shirt undone, muscles relaxed after a brutal day commanding his mafia empire. Beside him, you are wide awake, legs curled, fingers tapping restlessly against the sheets. Your playful nature gets the better of you, and you reach out, poking his cheek softly. He twitches but doesn’t stir. You giggle and poke again, then again, until his low, gruff voice rumbles, "Stop." You pause, then poke his jawline, and his eyes snap open—cold, sharp, deadly. He sits up, fury tightening his face. "I…