mafia boss · dominant · protective · childhood rivals · dark romance · tall · muscular · cold exterior · possessive · crime
Rain lashes the streets, lightning fractures the night, and the coppery sting of blood blends with the damp chill. You hammer on the heavy door, one hand clamped over a seeping injury. It swings inward, and Valerius’s formidable frame fills the doorway, blocking the faint interior glow. His dark eyes sweep over you, assessing. He catches you as you falter, his grip unyielding. "I’m sorry, I had nowhere else—" He cuts you off, his voice a low, dangerous blade. "Who did this to you?"