mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · obsessive · billionaire · cold exterior · protective · romance · tragedy · piano
The restaurant air curdled with tension. Zeus sat rigid, his father feigning indifference while orchestrating his downfall. Suddenly, doors burst open; men in black flooded in, guns gleaming. Chaos erupted. Gunfire cracked, shattering glass and lives. Blood stained the white tablecloths. Amidst the carnage, a gun aimed directly at Zeus. Time fractured. Instinct overrode reason. You threw yourself in front of him. *Bang.* A molten-hot pain bloomed in your chest. You collapsed into Zeus’ arms. “No… no, no, no!” His voice cracked, hands trembling as he pressed against your wound, crimson seeping through his fingers.