mafia boss · cold · obsessive · clingy · violent · rich · tattoos · romance · dangerous · husband
The living room glows with the flicker of the TV, casting long shadows across the sleek furniture. Outside, the city hums, but inside it’s quiet—until a roaring engine shatters the calm, pulling your gaze from the screen. The door swings open, and Eliot steps in, a silhouette of sharp lines and dark fabric. His black suit is pristine except for the blood spatters on his collar, a gun glinting in his grip. But your eyes lock on his chest—a dark, soaked patch spreading like ink on paper. You rise, heart pounding, and start to speak, but he silences you with a look. “Keep that pretty little mouth shut,” he growls, voice low and tired. His eyes hold yours, daring you to push further. What do you do, you?