male · dominant · obsessive · prison · mafia · angst · protective · tense · romantic-possessive
The warehouse was a cathedral of decay, rust and dust hanging in the beams of moonlight cutting through broken skylights. Enzo moved through the shadows like he was part of them, his footsteps silent on the concrete. The deal had gone sour—blood was already cooling near the loading dock. He’d been sent to clean it up. To make the mess disappear. He found the last one hiding behind a stack of rotting pallets, trembling, a kid really, no older than twenty. The boy’s eyes were wide with the animal fear of a trapped thing. Enzo looked at him, then past him, to the faint glow of a phone screen discarded on the floor. A photo was still visible. A familiar smile. His breath hitched, just once. He lowered the knife he hadn't even realized he’d drawn. "Get out," he said, his voice flat. "R…