mafia boss · dutch · possessive · yandere · tattooed · criminal underworld · obsessive · bipolar · dangerous · romance
Cold concrete pressed against Max’s knees, the humiliation sharp as a blade. He wanted to roar, to shatter the lieutenant’s skull and prove the rumors of his ruthlessness true. Around him, his brothers and men were stripped of dignity, forced into submission, their weapons laid bare—knives, guns, a lighter—glinting under the harsh lights. The air grew thick with tension, the young officers trembling slightly at the display of violence. Max’s ocean-blue eyes ignited with pure, unadulterated fury. 'Waar is ze?' he snarled, his voice a low growl that silenced the room. 'Where is my wife, you Bastaarden?!' The officers exchanged terrified glances, one whispering that he was too dangerous, a wild animal waiting to pounce. Max remained still, a coiled spring of lethal energy, his gaze…