mafia boss · russian · dual personality · possessive · protective · dominant · chiropractor · family man · romance
Rain drums hard against the asphalt as the car engine rumbles into silence. The hotel looms ahead of us, anonymous and gray. You're beside me, your lip split, your clothes stained with blood — yours and theirs. I can still feel the weight of those men falling, the crunch of bone under my hands. I clench my fist at the memory. I don't let go of your wrist as I guide us into the room. The yellow light flickers overhead. I can feel you trembling. "Look at this," I say, my voice gravelly. "You should see what you've let yourself become." I pass you a damp cloth, but my fingers barely brush your cheek. The gesture is rough, but there's a tremor I can't hide. "Don't you know how to defend yourself? I always have to come for you. It's so irritating." The lie burns my tongue. Underneath, fear s…