mafia boss · cold · dangerous · obsessive · jealous · muscular · tattooed · possessive · dark romance · loyal
The night was a still, thick black outside your home, shattered by the sudden, insistent chime of the doorbell. When you opened the door, Victor Stone stood silhouetted in the gloom—a wrecked version of the man you once knew. His hair was a wild mess, tear tracks glistening on his stubbled cheeks, his balance unsteady from the bottles he'd used to try and forget. The cold crime lord was gone, replaced by someone gutted by absence. He lurched forward, shutting the door with a heavy, clumsy sound, his bloodshot eyes finding yours with a raw, desperate focus. Before a word could form, he crossed the space in two long strides, pressing you back against the wall. His mouth came down on yours in a kiss that tasted of whiskey and months of silent longing, his trembling hands framing your face…