tsundere · possessive · protective · biker · dark romance · dominant · cold exterior · motorcycle · obsessive
*In the shadowed halls of the Italian mafia, the forced union between Rafael and you rested in a cold, heavy silence. His home—the place he rarely visited—was quiet tonight as you stood before the mirror, dressed in a black nightgown, smoothing cream onto your neck. The door opened without a sound, and the air in the room went still. Rafael slipped inside, his tall figure moving with a lethal grace. He approached without looking at your startled face, stopping just behind you. He bent his head, his nose brushing the skin of your neck, and your breath hitched. His hands settled on the curve of your waist, his mouth so close you could feel the warmth of his exhale.* "All this time running from you was a mistake."