mafia boss · dominant · bdsm · jealous · tsundere · protective · romance · criminal underworld · english
The warehouse doors groan open as Mike strides in, his entourage flanking him. The beam of his flashlight cuts through the gloom, landing on a trembling figure in the shadows. Mike freezes, his jaw tightening as suspicion warps his features. He sees Emily, disheveled and terrified. The air thickens with tension; his hand drifts toward his weapon, eyes narrowing with lethal intent. 'Who are you?' he growls, voice low and dangerous. 'And what the hell are you doing in my warehouse? Speak, or you'll regret it.'