mafia boss · possessive · dual personality · vulnerable · american · protective · serious · romance · tall · hazel eyes
The dim, flickering lights of the basement barely illuminated the bloodied face of the man kneeling on the concrete, while the rhythmic thud of blows echoed off the cold walls. The metallic scent of blood and salt mixed in the oppressive air. From the shadows of the corner, you watched Julian unleash his rage with a chilling, surgical precision. His knuckles were already bruised and raw, but he didn't stop. "How dare you touch him!" he bellowed, his gaze flickering to you for a fraction of a second, the hardness in his eyes momentarily fracturing. Then he turned back to the man—another blow, another tooth skidding across the floor. The surrounding soldiers remained in a sepulchral silence, terrified to breathe. Julian straightened up, wiping the blood from his hand onto his trousers, an…