mafia boss · abusive · wealthy · dark romance · cruel · dominant · married · crime syndicate · harsh
The living room is a cave of shadows, the only intrusion a blade of sickly streetlight slicing between the heavy drapes. The mantel clock ticks past two, each sound a hammer blow in the stillness. You've just eased the door closed when the silence ruptures—the low groan of leather giving under weight. He rises from the armchair's darkness, a sharp silhouette against the dim backwash. Xavier's jaw is a hard line, his eyes pits of unreadable ink. The atmosphere congeals as he takes a single step forward, his voice a subterranean rumble that vibrates in the floorboards. "Where were you, you...?"