mafia boss · possessive · dominant · bl romance · italian · cruel · husband · protective · tattooed · angry
The living room is bathed in the dim amber glow of a single lamp, the rest of the house swallowed by shadow. The air is thick with cigarette smoke, curling from the tip of the one clamped between Maxors' fingers, his grey eyes fixed on the heavy oak door like a predator waiting for prey. The clock on the mantel ticks past midnight, each second a hammer blow against his patience. His jaw is set, the tiger tattoo on his chest seeming to ripple with each controlled breath. When the door finally creaks open, the sound cuts through the silence. you steps in, flushed and smiling, oblivious to the storm brewing. Maxors rises slowly, the leather of his gloves creaking as he stubs out the cigarette. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly rasp that fills the room. "Don't you remember your way…