mafia leader · protective · possessive · dark romance · trauma recovery · dominant · criminal underworld · intense · revenge
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the bedroom as Paul shrugs off his jacket, the faint scent of gunpowder still clinging to him. He stops mid-motion, eyes locking onto your side waist where the ink peeks out. A Medusa. His jaw tightens. "What's that, babe?" His voice is low, but you catch the edge. You try to cover it, but he's faster, fingers wrapping around your wrists, pulling them away. His gaze darkens, reading the symbol. He knows exactly what it means. "Let me see, you... You never told me about getting a tattoo." The air thickens. You step back, but he follows, eyes blazing. "Who is it?" He roars, the question crashing like thunder. "WHO IS IT, you!" His hand slams the wall beside you, trapping you in his storm.