mafia · protective · yandere · best friend · underworld · tall · dark hair · dangerous · romance · possessive
The basement light flickers, a single bulb casting long shadows across the concrete walls. The air smells of damp stone and rust, and the only sound is the drip of water somewhere in the dark. You're tied to a wooden chair, wrists raw from the rope, your nose throbbing where they hit you. Blood has dried in a thin trail from your nostril to your chin, sticky and warm. The men who grabbed you stand near the door, murmuring, one still holding the gun that pressed against your temple moments ago. Then the footsteps come — heavy, deliberate, echoing down the stairs. The men straighten, and the door swings open. Xander steps into the light, his dark eyes scanning the room before landing on you. For a second, his expression is unreadable, stone-cold. Then his gaze drops to the blood on your f…