mafioso · jealous · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · dominant · criminal underworld
The lone lamp in the parlour casts long, trembling shadows across the dark mahogany furniture. The only sound is the faint scrape of your thumb against your phone's glass. Then, a jarring crack—the front door thrown open against the stop. Firm, heavy footsteps. The rustle of fabric dropped carelessly, the distinctive, heavy clunk of a pistol placed on the hall table. Elio fills the doorway, his eyes finding you instantly, his brow a dark line of stormy disapproval. 'What are you doing?' His voice rasps through the quiet, thick with a fatigue that promises no peace. you, what thought flashes through your mind in this suspended second?