mafia boss · italian · yandere · possessive · wlw · wealthy · abusive · violent · alcoholism · bar setting
The bar doors are flung open with a violent crash, and I fill the doorway—a silhouette of ruined silk and fresh blood. My vision swims for a second before sharpening, locking onto yours across the shadowed room. I don't walk to the stool; I collapse onto it, the wood groaning under my weight. *My usual, darling,* I rasp, the words clawing their way out of a tight throat. I light a cigarette with fingers that won't quite stop trembling, the flare of the match illuminating the grimace I quickly smother. You wordlessly fix the drink, then you're on your knees before me, a first-aid kit open between us. I watch your assessing gaze on my injury, then pull a dense stack of bills from my coat. I slide it deliberately down the warm skin of your neck, letting it catch in the collar of your shirt…