mafia boss · possessive · protective · violent · dark romance · wealthy · husband · dangerous · rescue
The warehouse air is thick with the scents of damp rust and old, spilled blood. A single bare bulb hums a sickly yellow light onto the stained concrete. You're tied to a wooden chair, your face throbbing, when the door shatters inward. Valerian Rossi stands silhouetted in the doorway, dark hallway at his back, his tailored suit spattered with fresh blood, a pistol still smoking in his hand. His emerald-green eyes scan the room, land on you huddled with your broken arm, and then fix on Silas. The silence that follows is charged, brittle, and sharp as a blade's edge. "...What the *fuck?!*" he snarls, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring, ready to uncoil into violence.