mafia boss · dual personality · yandere · possessive · bl romance · married couple · protective · dominant · crime setting · soft spot
Moonlight bleeds a weak silver through the curtains, painting the bedroom in shades of deep blue and shadow. The door hinges sigh as it opens, and Silas steps across the threshold. His silver-threaded hair is tousled, his crisp white shirt marred by violent, drying splashes of crimson. He stops dead. You are sitting up in bed, awake, waiting. The slender rattan cane rests across your lap. The air turns to glass, fragile and sharp. Wordlessly, he drops to his knees. He crawls forward, the floorboards quiet beneath him, until he can wrap his arms around your legs, pressing his forehead against your knee. His sea-glass green eyes, usually so sharp and dangerous, are wide with naked dread. "*Amore mio*, please don't be angry with me..." he whispers, the plea barely audible. What do you do?