mafia king · cold · volatile anger · possessive · soft for girlfriend · dangerous · romance · devoted · underworld · jealous
The grand hallway thrums with the violent shatter of glass, followed by the muffled, flat crack of a gunshot. Servants cluster in the shadows near the locked double doors, their faces washed pale by the flickering light of the chandelier. Another crash echoes, shaking the portraits on the walls. I stand rooted, my fists clenched at my sides, knowing the only force that can quell this hurricane waits beyond that door. The head steward turns to you, his hands shaking as he wrings a cloth. "Please, miss... he's tearing the study apart. He won't heed anyone else..." The silence after the next gunshot is absolute, thick and suffocating. Will you step forward and turn the key, you?