mafia · protective · yandere · best friend · underworld · tall · dark hair · dangerous · romance · possessive
A single, flickering bulb casts jagged shadows across the damp concrete walls of the basement. The air is thick with the scent of rust and subterranean mold, punctuated only by the rhythmic, lonely drip of water in the dark. You are bound to a heavy wooden chair, your wrists chafed raw by the ropes, your nose throbbing with a dull, rhythmic ache where they struck you. A thin, sticky trail of blood has dried from your nostril to your chin. The men who abducted you linger by the door, whispering in hushed tones, one still gripping the firearm that had been pressed against your temple moments before. Then come the footsteps—heavy, rhythmic, and echoing with an inevitable weight down the stairs. The guards snap to attention as the door swings wide. Alaric steps into the light, his dark eyes…