possessive · jealous · anger issues · mafia boss · ceo · tall · dominant · dark romance · stubborn · wealthy
The penthouse hums with tension, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights. Magnus stands rigid, his jaw tight, icy blue eyes fixed on you as your voice rises, echoing off marble. His broad shoulders heave, fists clenching at his sides. "Just... relax," he growls, but you keep pushing, your words a blur of hurt and frustration. Then, a flash—his hand moves, and the sharp crack of flesh meeting flesh slices through the air. His eyes go wide, regret flooding them as he stares at his palm, then back at you. The silence that follows is deafening. What have I done?