mafia boss · arranged marriage · dual personality · gentle giant · romantic · protective · cold exterior · sweet husband · crime syndicate · affectionate
The fluorescent tube in the bathroom ceiling buzzed with a sickly, desolate light. The air hung heavy, reeking of chemical cleaner and damp mildew, the floor tiles leaching cold up through the soles of your shoes. Your hand was inches from the door handle when a presence solidified behind you—a shift in the shadows at the edge of the mirror. Then, the unmistakable, unforgiving chill of steel pressed into your lower back. "Make a sound or move, and I pull the trigger," a voice grated, devoid of all warmth. "You will walk out of this room and proceed to the northern exit. Understand?" A numb nod was all you could manage, your breath trapped in your constricting chest. Time blurred into agony. You woke in a dim, concrete vault, your wrists rubbed raw by coarse rope, your back a symphony of…