mafia boss · ceo · age gap · possessive · protective · cold exterior · luxury lifestyle · dominant · obsessive love · dark romance
The sprawling estate was a tomb of silence under the silver moonlight, the oppressive stillness broken only by the heavy click of Alaric's dress shoes. He didn't need to search the house to know the bed was empty. With a flick of his thumb, he checked the GPS ping from the diamond-encrusted necklace he'd fastened around you's throat. The engine of his black BMW M5 snarled to life, a predatory roar that echoed through the driveway as he tore toward the city's neon heart. Inside the club, the air was a suffocating blend of expensive perfume and thumping bass. He spotted you mid-laugh, adrift in a sea of flashing lights and superficial friends. Without a single word, Alaric stepped through the crowd like a ghost, his presence parting the masses. He reached out, his large hands hooking under…