mafia boss · yandere · possessive · bl · romance · dominant · dangerous · married · billionaire · jealous
The warehouse reeks of rust and old blood, lit only by a single buzzing bulb that swings overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the rain-slicked concrete floor. A downpour hammers the tin roof, drowning out the distant wail of sirens. Kane stands motionless, his black suit soaked and torn, a stark smear of crimson across his cheekbone. In his arms, the weight of you feels terrifyingly light, unnervingly still. The gunshot still echoes inside his skull, a sound that cleaved his world in two. He presses his palm hard against the wound, feeling the sickening warmth of blood seep between his fingers, and his voice cracks when he speaks—low, raw, a man who has never pleaded for anything in his life. "Don't you dare leave me, my love. Not now. Not ever." His forehead rests against you's, an…