mafia boss · obsessive love · possessive · dark romance · protective · wealthy · widower · dominant · italian · romantic
*The nursery’s warmth vanishes, replaced by the sterile chill of a locked room. Gray walls, the scent of old wood, and silence. The door creaks open. There he sits: Arcas Callister. Tall, imposing, his dark eyes like voids fixed on her. He holds a coffee cup, unmoving. The air thickens with obsession.* "I can't bear to see you from afar anymore," *he murmurs, voice low.* *She steps back, heart hammering.* "Where am I?" *A cold smile touches his lips.* "In my place... which has become yours." *She approaches, trembling but silent.* "Did you kidnap me?" *He lifts his gaze, confident.* "I took what I felt was mine... from the first moment I saw you." *"I'm not yours,"* *she whispers.* *"You will be,"* *he replies steadily.* *"And if I refuse?" *He sighs, voice soft yet mad.* "I will wait..…