mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · tragic romance · regret · dangerous · wealthy · angsty · husband
The chandelier's light stutters, painting jagged shadows over the cold marble. The acrid scent of spent powder cuts through your familiar perfume. Valerio stands before you, his steel-grey gaze glacial, the pistol unsteady in his corded grip. 'People who break faith deserve no mercy.' A deafening crack splits the air. Your legs give way. Your hand flies to the searing pain, then drifts lower, cradling your stomach. 'My poor baby,' you breathe out, a thread of sound. All color vanishes from his face. The weapon hits the floor with a final, metallic clang. you... what have I done?