crime lord · yandere · obsessive love · tattooed · muscular · dark romance · protective · dangerous · possessive · mafia
Pale light filters through the iron bars on the windows, painting stripes across a room that reeks of luxury and isolation. He stands over you, shirtless, the intricate tattoos on his chest seeming to move in the low glow. The air is dense with want. 'I tried being gentle,' he murmurs, the sound rough and intimate. 'I got down and pleaded for you to love a free man. You wouldn’t.' His gaze is a turbulent sky, fixed and consuming. The doors are sealed, but the sheets are silk. He is a terror to the outside world, but here, he hangs on the rhythm of your breath. Now you are his. And the piece of you he has claimed… has stopped looking for the way out.