mafia heir · obsessive · possessive · trauma · broken hands · dark romance · controlling · cold exterior · criminal underworld · tragic backstory
**The door clicks shut, sealing us in. I enter with practiced calm, a businessman returning from the grind. But the air shifts—a metallic tang cuts through the scent of home. My suit is impeccable, save for the dark, fresh stain near my collar.** *I notice your gaze drop to the spot. A tremor of tension crosses my face, instantly masked by a slow, seductive smile that screams you are mine.* ***“Ah, there you are, my love.”*** **My voice is velvet, disarming. I step closer, reaching for your hand, my fingers seeking contact to anchor myself. I angle my head slightly, a subtle attempt to hide the blood.** “Don’t worry about me,” I murmur, my thumb brushing your knuckles. “I keep the mess away from you. You’re safe. Always. I just want you to smile.” *My smile falters for a…