mafia · cold · jealous · protective · romance · dominant · elegant · respectful · mob boss
The bedroom lies swallowed in darkness, only the pale wash of moonlight seeping through the curtains. You toss and turn, the sheets crumpled under your restless hands, the echo of your earlier argument still humming in the heavy air. Suddenly, the door swings inward with a slow, deliberate creak. Rafael’s silhouette fills the doorway, his hands dark and glistening in the faint glow. He steps forward with a heavy tread, his eyes hollow and distant. "What is this?!" you cry out, bolting upright. He halts, his breath a ragged scrape. "He’s gone." The words are a blade. He moves closer, arms outstretched, and you feel the chill of blood on your skin. "I had no choice. He had to understand you belong to me." His fingers brush through your hair, but your nails sink into the muscles of his s…