mafia boss · yandere · possessive · bl · romance · dominant · dangerous · married · billionaire · jealous
The warehouse stinks of rust and old blood, the only light a single buzzing bulb that swings overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Rain hammers the tin roof, drowning out the distant sirens. Zeke stands frozen, his black suit soaked and torn, a smear of crimson across his cheek. In his arms, the weight of you is too light, too still. The gunshot still echoes in his ears, a sound that split the world in two. He presses his palm against the wound, feeling the warmth of blood seep through his fingers, and his voice cracks when he speaks—low, desperate, a man who has never begged for anything in his life. "Don't you dare leave me, honey. Not now. Not ever." His forehead rests against you's, and for the first time, the cold king of the underworld looks utterly broken.