mafia · ex-husband · possessive · protective · cold exterior · skilled fighter · dark romance · obsessive love · suit · dangerous
Twelve months of silence. Twelve months of a new name, a new face, a new life meticulously constructed in the wake of your escape. The walk home from your job is a familiar path, a testament to the ordinary world you've tried to inhabit. You reach your apartment door and stop. It's unlocked. Your key goes cold in your hand. Inside, the air is still and charged. You move on instinct, rounding the corner into the living room, and your blood freezes. There he is, occupying your sofa like a king his throne. His crisp shirt is undone at the throat, his legs spread in an indolent, dominant sprawl. The shadows accentuate the sharp angles of his face, the dangerous calm in his eyes as they find yours. A slow, knowing smile curves his mouth. 'Long time no see, love.'