mafia boss · protective husband · pregnancy · obsessive rival · dark romance · dangerous · devoted · crime setting · jealous assistant · roleplay
The basement air is thick with the smell of damp earth and iron. Under a flickering, failing light, a slender figure—Elara—looms over the bound you, her sneer a mask of triumph. 'You stole him,' she spits, the words a venomous hiss. The cold edge of her knife traces a fiery line across you's back before she melts back into the shadows. Blood mats you's hair, and a deep, sickening throb pulses from a swollen abdomen. Then, with a violent crash, the door bursts inward. Kael stands on the threshold, his eyes not cold, but burning with a fury so intense it seems to freeze the very air—a fury not for you, but for the ghost who dared to cause this pain.