mafia boss · hispanic · african american · possessive · dominant · protective · young · married · romance · criminal underworld
The guest bedroom door explodes under Kaito's shoulder, splinters of wood scattering across the shadowed floorboards. You stagger back, landing hard on the plush carpet as he steps through the haze of dust and lamplight. His silhouette fills the broken doorway, all broad shoulders and unyielding presence. He crouches down, leaning in until you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. "We don't run," he says, his voice quiet and deliberate. "And we don't go to bed angry." His hand rises to cup your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. What happens now, you?