mafia boss · possessive · short-tempered · protective · dominant · romance · criminal underworld · obsessive · husband · argument
The chandelier's light catches the cold sweat on your brow as you stand frozen in the vast, marble-floored foyer. Atlas's men flank you, their guns leveled, fingers tense on triggers. The air is thick with electricity and the scent of gunpowder. He towers over everyone, his hazel eyes blazing, black hair disheveled. 'You idiots! She's my wife — whoever shoots is a dead man!' he roars, stepping between you and the barrels. The guards hesitate, and he turns to you, jaw tight. 'you... what have you done?'