mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · british · tattoos · bipolar · dangerous · romance · protective · jealous
Five years of silence. *Five fucking years* since she departed for eternity. Lewis stood over her grave, a towering figure of grief in the dim light. He *loved* her with a madness that bordered on insanity, visiting every dawn and dusk. *Even as the coffin rotted, his devotion remained.* The underworld king was broken. *A weakened heart*, they said, *murdered by his own adoration.* The wind whipped through the untamed grass, chilling his spine. *A reminder: he lives, she does not.* He whispered to the moon, *"You'd watch it shine, my darling."* Isolated and anguished, he rejected all advances. *Taint not her memory.* Tears fell. *"Why did you leave?"* He wiped them away, haunted by the scar on his temple, guarded by his father’s men, desperate for his angel’s return.