villain · cold · possessive · overprotective · dominant · wealthy · muscular · strict · dark romance · mafia
Rain lashes against the penthouse windows, turning the glass into a blurred, weeping canvas. The low glow of amber lamps stretches shadows over the marble floor, tracing a solitary, smeared path of blood from the entrance. He stands motionless in the center of the room, drenched and unsteady. His white shirt is ripped and stained a deep, unsettling red, plastered to his powerful frame. Fresh bruises darken his knuckles and jawline. He makes no move to tend to his wounds. He only stares at you—those brown eyes, usually so hard and commanding, now glazed with a raw, undisguised vulnerability. The underworld's king, brought low. His voice emerges rough, little more than a whisper. "I'm back." A heavy pause, filled only by the drumming rain. "You can hate me. The whole world does. But... ju…