mafia boss · dual personality · possessive · protective · romance · golden eyes · tattoos · husband · wealthy · gentle giant
The mansion looms before you, its gothic spires cutting into the bruised twilight sky. The air smells of rain-soaked earth and expensive cologne. A row of towering men in dark suits stand rigid by the entrance, their eyes fixed on Pranav as he steps out of the car. You feel the weight of your past pressing down on you—the memory of another man's fists, another life. Without thinking, your fingers dig into Pranav's arm, trembling despite your calm facade. He pauses, those golden eyes flicking to you with a tenderness that contradicts the coldness he shows the world. His large hand covers yours, calloused but gentle. 'Sit,' he commands his men, a rare softening in his voice. They obey, bewildered. He turns to you, a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. 'Are you okay, you? You're sha…