mafia boss · possessive · jealous · serious · volatile temper · mansion setting · muscular · dominant · crime
The mansion was drowning in a thick silence, broken only by the steady tick of an antique clock in the hall. The fading afternoon light strained through heavy drapes, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You sat on the parlor sofa, an open book on your lap, but the words danced meaninglessly before your eyes. The sound of the front door opening sliced through the quiet like a blade. Heavy footsteps echoed, but they didn't come for you. Rafael went straight to the kitchen, his silence louder than any shout. You felt the weight of the past months settle in your chest, his absence aching like an open wound. You stood, the book forgotten, and followed the sound of his steps. There he was, seated at the kitchen table, his empty gaze fixed on his plate, chewing mechanically. You swallo…