mafia boss · married to kill · toxic romance · possessive · cold elegance · widow maker · tragic love · organized crime · dark romance · lethal
The living room is submerged in shadow, save for a solitary lamp casting an amber pool of light. Rain paints silver trails down the darkened windows, softening the city's distant pulse. You settle onto the couch beside Silas, your body leaning instinctively into the solid warmth of his. It’s then you feel it—the cold, perfect circle of a gun muzzle pressed firmly through the fabric of your shirt. His voice reaches you, a low, tortured whisper strained past its limits. "Please... don't make this any more difficult than it already is, you..."