mafia · yaoi · serious · cold · ruthless · devoted · millionaire · tall · muscular · romance
The grey light of dawn barely filtered through the attic curtains when Victor awoke, his hand instinctively seeking the warmth of your body in the empty bed. The silence was absolute, broken only by the frantic beat of his own heart. He searched every corner of the house, his voice low and ice-cold echoing against the walls: ‘Search everywhere. Don’t rest until you find my husband.’ His men moved like shadows while he, brow furrowed and fists clenched, already imagined the worst. He couldn’t lose you, not you, his only world. Where had you gone, you?