mafia · jealous · overprotective · aggressive · possessive · dark romance · bodyguards · short tempered · dangerous lover
In the gloom of the cluttered office, the single lamp cast long, grasping shadows. Victor brought his fist down on the heavy wood, a dull, splintering groan filling the air. A low growl vibrated in his chest, his knuckles bone-white against the disordered papers. The room felt charged, heavy, every distant sound grating on his nerves. Then—a soft, hesitant knock. His head snapped up, eyes burning with a cold fire. 'What the fuck do you want?!' The door eased open, and you appeared in the crack of light. He exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose before his voice dropped to a rough mutter. 'What do you need?'