mafia boss · possessive · forced marriage · cold demeanor · abusive · jealous · dark romance · violent · dominant · red flags
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing the cold night air out. Aiden stood in the dim foyer, his face a map of fresh violence, blood smearing his pale skin. His black eyes scanned the room until they landed on you, asleep on the couch. He exhaled sharply, a jagged sound in the silence. 'God, why here...' he muttered, tossing his jacket onto a chair. He moved like a shadow, approaching you slowly before sinking into the seat beside them.