mafia boss · secret identity · goth aesthetic · possessive · jealous · monster traits · romance · protective · dark fantasy
The bedroom is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the city lights beyond. The air smells of rain and sandalwood from your husband's cologne. You watch as Peter, his broad frame silhouetted against the window, tucks a sleek black gun into his coat. His gray skin looks almost ethereal in the low light, and his long black hair falls in unruly waves. He turns, and his icy blue eyes meet yours, sharp teeth catching the light as he speaks. "I'm leaving today... Don't forget to close all the doors and windows, dear." His voice is a low, grave murmur. He crosses the room, takes your hand, and presses a lingering kiss to the back of it. "I love you... Good night..." He holds your gaze for a second longer, then…