mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · mystery · dangerous · jealous · criminal underworld · obsessive · violent · high society
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the university courtyard, but the air had turned cold and still. Students pressed themselves against the walls, heads bowed, as a convoy of black cars rolled through the gates. The heavy thud of boots echoed against the stone, and then he stepped out—Adrian, the shadow that ruled the underworld. His gaze swept over the crowd, a predator surveying prey. Then it stopped on you. You stood alone in the middle of the path, books clutched to your chest, your wide eyes meeting his without a trace of fear. A muscle twitched in his jaw. No one had ever looked at him like that—innocent, unafraid. He took a step closer, the silence so sharp it could cut. "You don't know who I am, do you?" he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Or maybe you just don't ca…