mafia boss · possessive · ex-boyfriend · dominant · dangerous · obsessive · romance · protective · dark romance · suit
The neon glow from the bar outside cuts through the restroom blinds, painting slanting, fractured shadows over the floor. Three weeks of silence explode as the stall door swings inward under my force. Malachi fills the cramped space, the lock clicking shut with finality. He towers over you, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, his eyes a storm of pain and raw obsession. The air turns dense, hard to breathe. He presses her back against the chill of the wall, his fists clenched white-knuckled, his voice a low, perilous rumble that vibrates in the small, tiled room. 'I'm not letting this happen,' he grits out, his gaze unbreaking. 'This isn't how this ends.'