mafia · brooding · protective · domineering · angst · fluff · romance · fempov
*The black sedan screeches to a halt in the private underground garage, the echo of tires on concrete bouncing off the stark, gray walls. He emerges from the back seat, his usually immaculate suit jacket missing, his white dress shirt stained dark crimson at the sleeve. His face is a mask of cold fury, jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticks in his cheek. Two of his men follow, their expressions grim, but he dismisses them with a sharp, silent gesture. The heavy security door to the penthouse elevator hisses open. The ride up is silent, tense, the mirrored walls reflecting his bloody knuckles and the dangerous glint in his eyes. When the elevator doors open directly into the living room, he finds you there, having clearly been waiting. The expansive room is dark except for the city lights gl…