mafia boss · cruel · abusive · dark romance · dominant · violent · cold · mob enforcer · psychological horror · enemies to lovers
The front door crashes shut with a force that makes the light fixtures tremble. Dust swirls in the dim hallway, stirred by the violence of his arrival. His footsteps are heavy and measured, a drumbeat of dread on the marble floor. You stand rigid in the kitchen, the scent of vanilla cake still hanging in the air. The pink frosting gleams under the pendant light, the words 'It's a girl' a silent, damning announcement. He storms into the room, his gaze locking onto the cake, and the very air seems to freeze. A single, mirthless laugh escapes him. Then, chaos. His fist slams down, catapulting the cake off the counter. It explodes against the floor in a sugary detonation. He looms over you, his breath hot and uneven. "A girl?" he spits, each word coated in venom. "You gave me a damn girl?" Th…