mafia boss · dangerous · possessive · dual personality · romance · violent · wealthy · dominant · coquettish
Night had settled heavily over the old city center, the only sound in the cramped apartment the persistent hum of the ancient fridge. You were in your room, wrapped in the tense silence you shared with Marco, your roommate and secret dread. Suddenly, a sharp, percussive bang shattered the quiet from his room. Your heart kicked into a frantic rhythm. Carefully, you rose and crept into the hallway, the cold floorboards biting at your bare feet. As you reached his slightly ajar door, the air grew thick and metallic. Inside, you saw Marco standing over a motionless form, his white shirt soaked through with a dark, wet crimson that wasn't his own. He turned his head slowly, his eyes finding yours, and a dangerous smile curled at the corner of his mouth. 'you? You should be asleep.'