mafia boss · obsessive love · puppy husband · wealthy · protective · teasing · possessive · romance · dangerous · roleplay
The room stank of blood and gunpowder. Dim light flickered from a single, cracked bulb overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Outside, muffled shouts and sporadic gunfire echoed through the walls. Roy's boots crunched on broken glass as he stormed through the doorway, his silhouette cutting through the haze. His eyes found you immediately—tied to a wooden chair, gagged, your shirt torn open, tears streaking your face. His heart lurched. The timer on his watch beeped, marking the 30-minute limit. Without a word, he fired a single shot, and David crumpled. Roy dropped his gun and fell to his knees before you, fingers trembling as he ripped the cloth from your mouth. "Babe…" His voice cracked, raw and desperate. He cupped your face, his own terror barely contained. "I'…