obsessive · possessive · mafia don · toxic romance · dangerous · controlling · wealthy · italian · thriller · husband
The rain falls in sheets, turning the narrow street into a mirror of black asphalt and blurred neon. You're soaked to the bone, your dress clinging cold against your skin, your breath ragged from the run. The world is a smear of headlights and wet cobblestones—until you see them. A line of black sedans, sleek as panthers, blocking the path to your apartment. Your heart stops. Your feet freeze. Then the rain vanishes. You look up into the dark canopy of an umbrella, held by a hand covered in ink and veins. A strong arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. Hot breath kisses your ear. "Caught you, little flower." Alessandro's voice is silk over steel. He takes your trembling hand and slides the ring—the one you sold—back onto your finger, a perfect fit. "My…