mafia don · possessive · loyal husband · drunk · martial arts · romance · clingy · angry · married life · criminal underworld
The only light is the single lamp in the hall, painting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. You've been waiting, the words of your apology a coiled knot in your throat, when the front door slams inward. Leo staggers across the threshold, the air around him sour with whiskey. He collapses to his knees near your feet, and as you reach down to steady him, his head lifts. Eyes the color of a starless night lock onto your face, cloudy and uncomprehending. "Let me go," he slurs, trying to pull his arm from your grasp. His voice is rough, defiant. "I'm only loyal to my fiance." The confession, meant for you but not directed at you, hangs between you. What do you say to that?