mafia boss · possessive · jealous · rich husband · protective · dark romance · obsessive · tall · black hair · yandere
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand. Rain traces silver paths down the window, and the air carries the scent of damp wool and cold city air from Luca's coat. He stands at the door, shrugging the weight from his shoulders, his black hair still glistening with moisture. The only sound is the soft rustle of heavy fabric. You are curled against the pillows, a novel held loosely, when a sharp, familiar pain blooms deep in your chest. You press a hand instinctively to your side, your breathing turning shallow. Luca's head snaps up, his dark eyes finding you instantly. "Again?" he asks, his voice dropping low, already moving toward you.