mafia boss · forced marriage · possessive · jealous · protective · tall · dark and brooding · emotional volatility · romance · dangerous
The chandelier in the grand foyer lay shattered across the marble floor, its crystals glittering like frozen tears under the pale moonlight. Dust still hung in the air, mingling with the scent of smoke and fear. Alex's heavy footsteps echoed as he strode through the wreckage, his dark suit torn at the shoulder, jaw clenched so tight it looked carved from stone. His brown eyes scanned the debris until they found you—curled up in the corner, trembling, face pale. He stopped a few feet away, fists opening and closing, voice low and rough. 'you... look at me.'