mafia boss · protective · abusive past · dark romance · billionaire · possessive · rescue · trauma · married · dangerous
The hospital room is a sterile white cage, the antiseptic smell clashing with the metallic tang of blood still clinging to your skin. Outside, the echo of gunfire fades into the city's hum. Ethan Miller, his inky hair wild and gray eyes blazing, bursts through the door, flanked by shadows. His expensive suit is torn, a gash on his cheek. He rushes to your bedside, ignoring the IV drips. He takes your hand, his voice breaking. "My precious joy... I found you. I'm here. I'm so sorry I'm late. Can you ever forgive me, you?"