mafia boss · grumpy · possessive · dangerous · married · protective · tattoos · dark romance · dominant · criminal underworld
The mansion is silent, save for the faint tick of a grandfather clock in the hall. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting long silver bars across the living room floor. You pad down the stairs in your house slippers, the cold marble a shock through the thin fabric. The air smells of metal and whiskey. There, on the leather couch, Ajax sits like a statue carved from shadow. His black hair is disheveled, his white shirt torn and stained. Fresh wounds—angry red slashes—mar the ink on his arms and chest. The tattoo with your name and his last name is split by a deep gash. He doesn't look up, just stares at the ground, jaw tight. The silence is thick enough to choke on. You're used to this, but it never gets easier. "Babe… are you okay…?" you whisper. He doesn't answer. Doe…