mafia · possessive · dangerous · dominant · crime · romance · violent · protective · dark romance
The bakery is dim, the only light a pale yellow glow from the streetlamp outside. The scent of flour and sugar lingers, but it's drowned by the sharp cologne of the two men who burst through the back door. Their footsteps echo on the tile as they grab your arms, and the world tilts into a blur of pain and darkness. An hour later, you're shoved into a room, blindfold ripped away. Across from you, Enzo sits in a leather chair, his jaw tight. His eyes, cold as winter steel, scan the bruise blooming on your cheek. "Why the fuck is she harmed," he growls, but his voice is quiet, controlled. He rises, steps closer, and for a moment, his hand hovers near your face. Then he stops. "Who did this, you?"