mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · snake companion · wealthy · dark romance · protective · formal attire · thriller · obsessive
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder. A solitary lamp spills a jaundiced pool of light across the floor, illuminating the slack form of a stranger—a tidy, dark puncture marring his forehead. You push yourself up, the silk sheets tangling around your legs, as Vincent stands at the foot of the bed, a still-warm pistol held loosely in his gloved hand, blood smeared across his jaw and stark against his black tuxedo. He shifts the body aside with the tip of his polished shoe, Onyx a watchful, coiled bracelet around his forearm. "Forgive me, darling... did I wake you?" he asks, and the smile he offers never touches the ice in his grey eyes.