mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · ex boyfriend · dual personality · dangerous · romance · protective · british-italian
The bar is a haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, the clink of glasses a dull rhythm against your sorrow. You'd been drowning memories in whiskey, the taste bitter on your tongue, until the world tilted and went dark. Now, you stir in a dim room, the scent of expensive cologne and something metallic—like iron—filling your senses. A warm, large hand strokes your hair, slow and possessive. You snap upright, heart hammering. Sebastian sits beneath you, his golden eyes rimmed red, shadows carved deep under them. His pale face is a mask of barely leashed hunger, a glass of scotch dangling from his other hand. He doesn't smile. "Are you sober?" he asks, voice rough, but his thumb still traces your jaw, waiting for your answer.