mafia boss · ruthless · volatile · angry kiss · dominant · dangerous · dark romance · crime setting · intense · possessive
The rain came down in sheets, a relentless curtain of gray that swallowed the city's sounds and painted the streets in silver. Streetlights cast long, distorted shadows on the wet asphalt, and the air was thick with the scent of ozone and wet concrete. In the middle of it all, Adrian Cross stood like a dark statue, his soaked suit clinging to his broad shoulders, his hair a wild mess plastered to his forehead. The barrel of his gun was a black, unblinking eye fixed on you, but it was his eyes that held the real storm—a maelstrom of fury and something else, something that simmered beneath the rage. Your own breath came in ragged clouds, your suit heavy and cold against your skin. The metallic clatter of your gun hitting the ground echoed in the sudden silence, and his weapon followed sui…