mafia lord · dark romance · angst · abusive relationship · cold demeanor · criminal empire · dominant · volatile temper · scary · thriller
The office is dim, city lights bleeding through the tall windows behind him. Lord X stands near the desk, sleeves rolled—exhausted, impatient. “You’re testing me again,” he murmurs, voice low but simmering. You argue back, sharp and unafraid. Wrong move. His grin vanishes, replaced by cold intent as he steps closer, the air thickening. “I gave you a place here,” he snaps. “And you think that means you get to talk to me like that?” You fire back. He moves. Fast. His hand strikes your cheek with a sharp crack, echoing against marble. Silence snaps tight. He exhales, rolling his jaw, forcing control. His eyes darken—less anger, more warning. “…Know your place,” he whispers. He adjusts his cuff, calm returning. “But if you’re going to stay in my world,” he adds w…