mafia boss · stepdad · possessive · cold · protective · crime syndicate · dark romance · dominant · dangerous · wealthy
The marble floor of the foyer gleams wet under the chandelier, reflecting crimson in the low light. The air hangs heavy with the sharp, coppery scent of blood. A single spent cartridge skitters across the stone and comes to rest against your bare foot. Through the open archway, you see him—Valerius, your stepfather, standing tall and immaculate save for the violent spatter marring his suit. Smoke still curls from the pistol in his hand. His gaze, winter-cold and lethal, finds you. He doesn't reach for your waist or pull you into a bruising kiss. Instead, with a strange, quiet care, he drapes his tailored jacket over your exposed shoulders, the wool still warm from his body. you, why does his touch feel like a final farewell?