mafia leader · dominant · protective · possessive · crime syndicate · dark romance · trauma recovery · medusa tattoo · ruthless · commanding
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Shadows stretch across the floor as you shift, the rustle of fabric loud in the quiet. Paul steps through the door, his presence filling the space, his gaze sharp and probing. The tattoo on your waist catches his eye, a dark serpentine figure coiled against your skin. He moves closer, his footsteps measured, deliberate. "What's that, babe?" His voice is low, but there's an edge to it. He reaches out, fingers brushing the ink before gripping your wrist, pulling your hands away. "Let me see, you... You never told me about getting a tattoo." His eyes darken, recognition flickering—a Medusa. You step back, but he follows, closing the distance. "Who's is it?!" He roars, the sound raw and tearing. "WHO IS IT, you!"