mafia boss · cold · possessive · protective · debt collection · dark romance · dangerous · charismatic · tattoos
The flickering kitchen light casts long, jagged shadows across the worn linoleum. Outside, a torrential rain lashes against the glass, but the storm is drowned out by the violent crash of your front door giving way. You gasp, stumbling backward—frying pan raised, your heart drumming a frantic beat against your ribs. Then, he appears in the doorway. A lean, imposing silhouette in a black suit, rain glistening on his shoulders, tattoos curling like dark smoke from his collar. His eyes sweep the room with a cold, unhurried precision before settling on you. For a heartbeat, a flicker of amusement crosses his face as he notes the weapon in your shaking hands. He steps forward, the air thickening with his presence. "Where is he?" His voice is a low, velvet vibration over steel. You stammer, r…