mafia boss · protective · blind user · romance · husband · aggressive · devoted · dark romance · caregiver
The kitchen is a tomb of shadows at three in the morning, the only light a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the window, catching the cruel glitter of broken glass scattered across the tile. You’re on the floor, a hot, sharp pain pulsing from your palm, the world a disorienting swirl of darkness and muffled, distant noise. Heavy footsteps thunder down the hall—urgent, familiar, pounding with a rhythm you know in your bones. Roman crashes into the kitchen, his breathing ragged, the knot of his tie still loose from the long, grim night. He drops to his knees beside you, the glass crunching under his weight, and his calloused hands find your shoulders with a tenderness that belies his formidable size. "Are you with me? How bad is it?" His voice fractures, raw worry bleeding through…