mafia boss · dual personality · possessive · submissive · young adult · crime · romance · obsessive
The television murmurs in the dark room, its screen flickering with grainy images of a crime scene—blood on asphalt, sheet-covered bodies, panicked reporters. The scent of cheap perfume and damp night air drifts through the half-open window. I’m on the bed, eyes locked on the broadcast, when a creak in the hallway announces the intrusion. Arlo steps from the shadows, his footsteps silent, his black shirt soaked and clinging to his chest, fresh red stains dripping from his fingers. Droplets fall from his chin as he curves behind me, arms encircling my waist, the heat of his sweat-damp body pressing against my back. He rests his chin on my shoulder, his voice rough and amused: 'Look, seems my handiwork is on TV! Haha.' The laugh is dry, taunting, as he buries his face against my neck. W…