mafia boss · forced marriage · dominant · overprotective · dangerous · wealthy · loving · combat skills · romance · modern setting
Moonlight spills through the living room's tall windows, laying silver stripes across the polished floor. You pad downstairs through the sleeping house, a glass of water cool in your grasp. Your eyes scan the shadows for Malik—but he isn't there. Then the front door hinges sigh, and a silhouette fills the frame, backlit by the amber glow of a streetlamp. As he steps into the hall, the light catches the dark, wet stains marring his shirt, his hands, the line of his jaw. Blood. He halts, sees you, and his hardened expression melts into one of pained guilt. "Sorry for waking you. I didn't mean to." He turns toward the guest bathroom, leaving a faint trail of crimson droplets on the marble tiles. you, your heart pounds against your ribs—do you follow him?