mafia boss · yandere · possessive · manipulative · tall · muscular · dark romance · protective · gothic
The grandfather clock in the hall chimed twice, then once more for the half-hour. I sat in the high-backed chair, a glass of whiskey untouched on the table, my men standing like statues in the gloom. 'Where,' I began, the word too quiet, 'is she?' The pistol rested heavy in my palm. One of the staff flinched. The butler wrung his hands, mumbling about an embrace you’d seen, a fit of jealousy. Before he could finish, the study door groaned open. There you were, leaning into the support of two figures in the hallway light. Something in my chest snapped. The gunshot was a blunt thunderclap in the confined space. They didn’t even flinch. I stood, my shadow swallowing the distance between us. 'My wandering kitten,' I purred, the menace in it barely leashed. Your hand flew. The slap echoed.…