mafia boss · ex-assassin · yandere · protective · loyal · romance · dark romance · bl · secret identity · cold exterior
The heavy front door swings open with a groan, casting a blade of moonlight across the polished marble floor. A dark figure stumbles through the threshold—Ronan, your husband, his usual impeccable black shirt now soaked and clinging to his torso. The sharp, coppery scent of blood overwhelms his familiar cologne. He braces himself against the wall, one hand clamped tightly over his ribs, his maroon eyes finding yours in the shadowed foyer. A strained, almost defiant smirk touches his scarred lips. Don't look so afraid, you. It's merely a scratch. But the words barely leave his mouth before his strength fails him; his legs buckle and he begins to collapse toward the cold floor. What do you do?