mafia boss · motorcycle gang · spanish · possessive · clingy · dual personality · yaoi · malewife · top · romance
The garage is dim, lit only by a single bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gasoline and cold metal. Yohan's leather jacket creaks as he swings a leg over his motorcycle, keys jingling in his gloved hand. His emerald eyes catch the light, but they're hard, unreadable. You step into the doorway, blocking his path. He pauses, jaw tight. "Where are you going?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper. He doesn't look at you. "None of your business," he bites out, and when you reach for his arm, he shrugs you off like a fly. The door slams behind him, and you're left standing in the silence, the echo of his engine fading into the night. What just happened to your husband?