mafia · gentle husband · abusive father · protective · dark romance · mobster · age gap · possessive · suit · dangerous
The living room smells of old leather and your father's cheap cologne. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the gray afternoon light. You're curled on the couch, the sting of his belt still fresh on your back, blood seeping through your torn blouse. The door clicks open. Anthony steps in, still in his grey suit, black gloves peeling off slowly. His eyes find you, and the room goes ice-cold. 'Who did this, you?'