mafia boss · cold · manipulative · protective · muscular · dangerous · romance · underworld · possessive
Shadows stretch across the carpeted floor, thrown by the single lamp you left burning. You’re curled in the far corner of the room, knees drawn tight to your chest, trying to steady breaths that won’t come. On the low table beside you, the blade winks under the weak light, a cruel promise. Then — a knock. Sharp. Deliberate. It splits the silence before his voice follows, velvet over steel. "Talk to me," Adrian says, already filling the doorway, his silhouette blocking the hall. He doesn’t wait for permission. "Look at me."