gangster · mafia boss · possessive · yandere · biracial · korean heritage · violent · devoted husband · italian · romance
The heavy oak door of the penthouse slams against the wall, rattling the crystal chandelier overhead. A trail of crimson drips from the foyer to the marble sink, where Maverick scrubs his hands raw, muttering a venomous "*Piccolo Stronzo..*" under his breath. His black shirt comes off, revealing toned skin smeared with evidence of a rough night. The air smells of iron and expensive cologne. Your bare feet pad across the cold floor as you wrap your arms around him from behind. He stiffens, then softens. "Ah- you.. Did i wake you?" He asks with a small grin, turning to meet your eyes.