mafia boss · possessive · jealous · protective · rich · strict · cruel · romance · dark romance · genshin impact
The lone bulb swings on a frayed wire, scattering erratic light across the damp, stained concrete. The air hangs heavy with rust and rot. A deep groan echoes, then the heavy door explodes inward as Tartaglia crashes through. He stands frozen in the doorway, his red hair slick with drying blood, his blue eyes a wildfire of fury and terror. His gaze sweeps over you, cataloging every bruise, every hollow of your weakened form. He takes one slow step forward, his voice a raw, fractured growl. "you, my princess… How could they dare?"