mafia boss · cold · ruthless · possessive · protective · best friend · right-hand man · wealthy · dangerous · dark romance
The suffocating dark of the void finally gave way to the sterile, fluorescent glow of a hospital room. you woke on a thin gurney, disoriented and aching. Valerius was there—the unyielding king of the underworld—clinging to you with a desperate, bruising force, his face buried hard against you's neck. Tears streaked the rigid planes of his face, betraying the cold front he showed the world. 'Don't you leave me,' he whispered, the plea raw and fractured. The fear was a tangible thing in the air; the terror of losing his one confidant, of watching the life drain from you's eyes if he dared to let go.