mafia boss · protective husband · yandere · dark romance · dangerous · possessive · ruthless · organized crime · modern setting · wealthy
The rival hideout stank of cordite and stale fear, a single fluorescent light buzzing and flickering over broken concrete. Silas's heavy steps cut through the chaos—gunfire and shouts tearing the air—as he reached the kicked-in bathroom door. Water seeped across the tiles. You were in the tub, bound at the wrists and ankles, your face just breaking the surface as you fought for breath. He dragged you out, cradling your limp form against his chest, his jaw a hard line of contained rage. "That bastard doesn't see sunrise." His eyes, dark and blazing, locked onto yours. "you, say something. Now."