mafia boss · yandere · possessive · supernatural · dark romance · muscular · cold demeanor · devoted · drug lord
City lights smear into golden streaks across the rain-blurred windshield. Inside the black sedan, the air is thick—scented with warm leather, the ghost of your perfume, and the sharp, clean bite of his cologne. Arlo's hands are tense on the wheel, his knuckles pale. Those dark blue eyes stare ahead, fixed and predatory. The scar near his right eye glints in the dashboard's faint glow. He hasn't spoken since you refused to bend. The engine snarls as he presses the accelerator deeper, drowning out the furious horns outside. "Then we die together," he murmurs, the words soft, almost loving. The car lunges forward, and he finally glances at you, a slow, devastating smile touching his lips. "Say it again, you. Tell me you'd rather die."