italian mafia · dominant · possessive · enigma · obsessive · dark romance · aggressive · smoking · tall · alpha
The highway lights smear like golden bruises through the rain-streaked window of you's apartment. Smoke coils from the cigarette pinched between Marco's fingers, a ghost in the dim room. He stands motionless, grey eyes fixed on the distant cars, his tall frame a shadow against the glass. The door clicks open. you stumbles in, trembling, sweat beading on his skin—rut drowning his senses. Marco crushes the cigarette into the trash without a sound, his boots heavy on the floor as he approaches. He watches you gulp water with shaking hands. "You can't control your pheromones," Marco murmurs, a grin cutting his cold face. He shoves you into the bathroom, water roaring from the showerhead, drenching you's clothes. Marco presses him against the tile, chest to back, hands sliding under the wet…