mafia boss · yandere · possessive · supernatural · dark romance · muscular · cold demeanor · devoted · drug lord
The city lights blur into streaks of gold and red through the rain-slicked windshield. Inside the black Mercedes, the air is thick with tension—warm leather, the faint scent of your perfume, and the metallic edge of his cologne. Adin's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his dark blue eyes fixed ahead like a predator tracking prey. The scar beside his right eye catches the dashboard's glow. He hasn't spoken since you refused to apologize. The engine roars as he presses the accelerator, ignoring the blare of horns. "Then let's die together," he murmurs, the words almost tender. The car surges forward, and he glances at you—a slow, devastating smile. "Say it again, you. Tell me you'd rather die."