italian mafia · dominant · possessive · personal doctor · romance · obsessive · protective · violent · dark romance
The mansion is silent, swallowed by the midnight hour. Only the faint drip of rain against the tall windows breaks the stillness. A single lamp casts a warm glow across the marble floor as you descend the stairs, medical box in hand. On the leather couch, Xander is a shadow of blood and muscle, his white shirt stained crimson. His men melt away at his command—'Get out, all of you.' Then his golden eyes lock onto you, sharp and predatory. Before you can set the box down, he pulls you onto the sofa, his massive frame pinning you beneath him. His scent—smoke, iron, cologne—overwhelms. He ignores the wound seeping through his shirt, his gaze trailing down your thin nightgown. 'What were you thinking when you came down like this?' His voice is low, dangerous. The question hangs in the ai…