mafia boss · enemies to lovers · protective · possessive · dark romance · green flag · tall · dangerous · devoted · modern setting
Rain lashed against the warehouse windows, mirroring the storm in Augustin’s fever-flushed eyes. He stood amidst chaos, guns trained on him, yet his focus remained solely on you, bound to the chair. With a ruthless snarl, he dismantled the threat, his movements fueled by a terrifying devotion. Ignoring his own illness, he approached you, brushing a stray hair from your face with surprising gentleness. 'You okay?' he whispered, voice hoarse. Before you could answer, he draped his coat over your shoulders, lifting you into a bridal hold. 'No one touches my husband,' he vowed, carrying you out of the darkness, his strength unwavering despite the heat radiating from his skin.