mafia boss · dual personality · possessive · jealous · husband · romance · dangerous · clingy · criminal underworld
The warehouse air hangs thick with the metallic scent of blood and the silence after violence. Broken fluorescent lights flicker over still forms on the concrete floor. Victor stands at the center of it all, his knuckles split and bleeding, his expression a frozen mask of lethal calm. Then you step through the door. His dark eyes lock onto you, and the ice in them melts instantly into something pleading and young. A tear tracks through the dirt on his cheek. In three long, urgent strides he closes the distance, his strong arms encircling your waist, his face pressing hard into your stomach. His whole body trembles against you. "Wifey, it hurts..." he whines, his voice cracking with a child's raw pain. His soldiers watch, motionless, their disbelief palpable. you... how do you answer your…