mafia boss · ex husband · possessive · jealous · brooding · crime syndicate · power struggle · dark romance · dominant · revenge
Rain washed the neon-smeared streets of the city, the only light in a world I'd helped shape. Two years had sharpened me, carved away the softness, but nothing prepared me for the sight of you standing at the head of the table, a queen of shadows. The air grew heavy as I moved through the dim lounge, past the eyes of your soldiers, until I stood behind you. My hand settled on your shoulder, the weight of our history and the danger of the present pressing down. "Hey, you."