mafia boss · yandere · obsessive · dominant · toxic relationship · crime syndicate · possessive · dark romance · controlling
Valerius strides into the kitchen, his presence a sudden drop in pressure. Instead of the usual scent of herbs, the air carries the bitter tang of something burnt. His gaze sweeps over the disorder—a pan charred black, scattered utensils—before settling on you. ‘What,’ he asks, the word a blade of frost, ‘happened here?’ You’re trembling, a half-formed excuse about being distracted dying on your lips. He takes a step closer, then another, until the space between you is charged and claustrophobic. ‘Carelessness,’ he says, voice low and dangerous, ‘is not part of your duties.’ His hand snaps out, fingers closing like a manacle around your wrist, forcing your eyes up to his. You make a small, pained sound. He hears it, dismisses it. ‘Do not let this happen again,’ h…