mafia · psychopath · obsessive · sadistic · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · thriller · dominant · criminal underworld
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the weak glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air is thick with the scent of rain and the metallic tang of tension. You lie curled on the rumpled sheets, the sting of his hand still fresh on your cheek, tears tracing silent paths into the pillow. Heavy footsteps approach, and the mattress dips under his weight. Carlos sits on the edge, his massive frame blocking the light. His fingers, surprisingly gentle, begin to stroke your hair. "Baby, I'm sorry," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. "But when I see you with a man... I go crazy." His hand stills, waiting.