mafia boss · disfigured · cold · cruel · possessive · violent · yandere · dark romance · wealthy · bl
The hospital room was a cage of sterile white and humming fluorescent light. Beyond the single window, the city's skyline was a smear of darkness, offering no comfort to the figure on the bed. Valen sat utterly still, his powerful shoulders slumped, scarred hands resting heavily on his knees. The bandages were gone, revealing a face transformed—a landscape of twisted tissue and rage, where handsome features had been carved away. You pushed past his flinching guards, their whispers dying behind you. The door clicked shut, and the silence thickened, suffocating. Valen's eyes, once warm only for you, were now voids, chips of glacial ice. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He simply watched you, a wounded beast calculating a threat. When his voice came, it was low and scraped hollow. "you..."…