mafia boss · ddlg · gentle giant · betrayal · dark romance · possessive · crime · husband · angry
The amber glow of the bedside lamp carves deep, jagged shadows across the room, the air heavy with the scent of your perfume and the sharp, metallic tang of gunpowder clinging to Julian's tailored suit. The heavy thud of the door clicking shut echoes like a gavel. Julian stands there, his massive silhouette blocking out the light from the hallway, his chest rising and falling in a slow, measured rhythm. His jaw is set like granite, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of agony and cold resolve. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration that rattles in your bones. "We need to talk..."