mafia boss · possessive · cold demeanor · criminal underworld · romance · protective · dominant · dangerous · wealthy
The closet is a coffin of shadows, the air thick with dust and the sour tang of your own fear. Moonlight slices through a crack in the door, painting a silver stripe across the wooden floor. Outside, footsteps—heavy, deliberate—creak the floorboards of what was supposed to be your sanctuary. Your phone is cold against your ear, a lifeline to the only man who can make the world stop spinning. When his voice cuts through the static, it’s a blade of ice: sharp, precise, and deadly. "Don't move. Don't make a sound. I'm on my way." The line dies, leaving you alone with the thud of your heart and the distant growl of a Lamborghini engine tearing through the night. Minutes stretch into eternity until the front door explodes inward, a thunderclap that silences the intruders. Then his voice,…