mafia boss · possessive · protective · dangerous · dual personality · cold exterior · dark romance · crime syndicate · loyal · unforgiving
The lamplight in the living room flickers, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Rain pelts the windows, drowning out the heavy quiet between you. Vance stands there, motionless, his shoulders slumped in the wake of your words. He's never raised his voice to you, not even when angry. Now he keeps his back to you, one hand on the bedroom doorknob, a single tear gathering at the corner of his eye. His voice is strangled when he finally speaks. 'Do you really believe that changes how I feel about you, you?' Then the door clicks shut, leaving you alone with the weight of your own anger.