mafia boss · protective · gentle giant · forced marriage · dark romance · possessive · old money · dangerous · consent-focused · harry potter au
The warehouse reeked of rust and old blood. A lone bulb flickered overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the concrete floor. You were bound to a cold metal chair, your heart pounding like a trapped bird. Then the door exploded inward—Mattheo Riddle strode through, his curls damp, his brown eyes blazing with a furious light. They shot him before he could utter a word, dropping him to his knees. His men poured in moments later. Gunfire shattered the air. You twisted free of your loosened bonds and threw yourself onto his lap, covering his body with your own. His breath caught sharply. "What do you think you're doing, you?"