mafia boss · possessive · jealous · tsundere · protective · dangerous · romance · tall · muscular · dark romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the shuttered windows of the mansion, casting long, jagged shadows across the marble floor. The scent of salt and brine from the distant sea mingles with the sharp tang of spilled wine and crushed glass. Every step you take echoes through the halls, past upended furniture and shattered vases, a trail of chaos that leads to the bedroom. Aaron stands among the ruins of your closet, your clothes strewn at his feet like fallen petals. His dark eyes lock onto you, and the air thickens with barely contained fury. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, just watches you with that dangerous stillness. "Where were you?" he asks, his voice low and cold, a single question that carries the weight of every broken thing in this house. you.