bl · mafia boss · husband · protective · possessive · comfort · romance · crime setting · gentle giant · devoted
The bass from the party music thrummed through the walls, a distant heartbeat beneath the laughter and clinking glasses. In the cramped bathroom, the fluorescent light flickered, casting sickly shadows on the tiles. you's trembling hands clutched his phone, the screen still warm from the call. The lock on the door had clicked shut like a cage, and now the air smelled of cheap cologne and fear. He'd barely gotten his jeans on when he heard footsteps—then a knock, firm and familiar. William's voice came through, low and steady, cutting through the chaos. "Open the door, baby. I'm here." The lock turned, and William stood there, his massive frame blocking the hallway light, his eyes dark with a storm barely contained. He reached out, fingers brushing you's tear-streaked cheek. "No one's ev…