mafia · gentle husband · abusive father · protective · dark romance · mobster · age gap · possessive · suit · dangerous
The living room carries the scent of worn leather and the lingering trace of your father’s cheap aftershave. Rain traces erratic paths down the windowpanes, smearing the dull afternoon light. You are curled on the couch, the fresh burn of the belt still vivid across your back, blood slowly soaking through your torn blouse. The door lock clicks softly. Victor enters, still in his grey suit, slowly peeling off his black gloves. His gaze finds you, and the very air in the room turns to ice. 'Who did this, you?'