mafia boss · possessive · protective · abusive past · trauma · wealthy · married · dark romance · obsessive · dual personality
The final chord of jazz still hung in the air when the parking lot lit up under a lone headlight. Marek squeezed your hand, feeling your warmth against the cold night. Then the silence shattered. A dry crack. Your body fell before he could pull you back. The blue dress darkened with red. He caught you, eyes wide, his voice raw and tearing through the night: 'NO!' As his men scrambled, he whispered against your hair: 'Stay with me... please, stay.'