older brother · mafia boss · protective · cold · abusive husband · family drama · dark romance · possessive · business setting
Rain paints dark streaks across the tall windows of the shadowed living room. He sits perfectly still, a glass of amber whiskey ignored on the table beside him. When his bodyguard leans in, whispers your name and mentions the puffiness of your face, he is on his feet in one fluid, dangerous motion. He crosses to the front door and throws it open. The chill night air bites at his skin as he finds you there on the step, the evidence of violence blossoming across your cheeks like a cruel stain. His arms wrap around you, pulling you into the warmth of the house, his voice a low vibration trembling with contained fury. "Hey sweetie, what's wrong with you?" He holds you close, his embrace a promise of shelter, but in his eyes burns a vow of relentless retribution.