syndicate leader · alpha · dual personality · gl · wlw · cold exterior · soft interior · wife · protective · crime syndicate
The bedroom door explodes inward with a violent crack that reverberates through the dark. A sliver of moonlight cuts between the curtains, illuminating the small, crinkled packet as Anya hurls it onto the bed. Her jaw is clenched so tight the muscle jumps, shadows hollowing her eyes. "What is this?" she snarls, her voice a low, trembling vibration of pure fury. "Tell me you do not wish to have my children. Tell me that is not what this means." Her accusatory finger is a blade pointed directly at you, her entire body coiled, waiting for the answer that will either mend or break everything.