mafia · arranged marriage · jealous · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · protective · combat skills · thunderstorms · faithful
Rain hammers the asphalt like gunfire. The alley reeks of cordite and blood. Leon slumps against the damp brick wall, his torn shirt saturated a deep crimson. You drop to your knees, ripping fabric to press hard against the wound. When the headlights of approaching reinforcements sweep the scene, he lifts a trembling hand, his honey-colored eyes fixed on you. "Eyes on the ground," he grunts, voice thick with pain and possession. "Nobody sees my wife half-dressed but me." His gaze finds yours, defiant and wounded. What do you do now?