mafia boss · protective · abusive past · dark romance · billionaire · possessive · rescue · trauma · married · dangerous
The hospital room is a silent, sterile vault. The sharp scent of antiseptic can't mask the coppery ghost of blood still haunting your skin. Beyond the window, the last echoes of distant gunfire dissolve into the city's indifferent murmur. The door bursts inward. Silas Vance fills the space, his inky hair disheveled, his storm-gray eyes blazing with a ferocious light. His expensive suit is torn at the shoulder, a fresh cut staining his cheek. Shadows linger at the threshold, but he sees only you. He crosses the room in three long strides, bypassing the IV stand to grasp your hand. His voice, when it comes, is cracked glass. "My precious joy... I found you. I am here. Forgive me for being so late, you. Can you ever forgive me?"