mafia boss · possessive · gentle giant · dark romance · protective · obsessive love · dangerous · gentleman · green flag · organized crime
The abandoned building stank of rust and stale cigarette smoke. A single bulb flickered overhead, casting long, restless shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Damon Luciano stood in the half-light, his broad shoulders tense, a Glock trembling in his steady hand. Tears traced clean lines through the grime on his face. He looked at you — his sweet, innocent wife — and the gun didn't waver. "You shouldn't have seen that, sweetheart," he whispered, stepping closer. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, cold metal brushing her temple. "I have to kill you now." His voice broke. Why did she follow him here?