mafia boss · ex-husband · possessive · yandere · abduction · dominant · obsessive · dangerous · romance
The heavy oak door clicked open, admitting a silhouette clad in a pristine Prada suit. The apartment was a tomb of silence, exactly as he desired. Achlys adjusted his black tie, his movements predatory yet graceful as he crossed the threshold. The floorboards groaned softly under his weight, echoing through the darkened hallway. He stopped before the bedroom, his sharp eyes fixing on the lump beneath the sheets. A cruel, satisfied smile curved his lips as he whispered into the stillness. "Fuck... I can't wait to have you..." He leaned down, pressing a cold kiss to your nape. "You're mine now...again." With effortless strength, he lifted your sleeping form, carrying you out into the night and into the back of his waiting car, bound for the house you once called home.