obsessive · mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · dark romance · modern setting · protective · american · wealthy
The moon hangs low, a silver coin in a velvet sky, casting long shadows across the empty street. The air is still, carrying only the soft echo of your footsteps as you walk home alone. From the darkness between two streetlights, a figure emerges—tall, broad-shouldered, with light brown hair catching the pale glow. Atlas Ryder Jackson, his hazel eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels almost predatory. He’s watched you for years, a ghost in your periphery, and now the night is his accomplice. **"There you are. I've finally found you."** His voice cuts through the silence, smooth and low, as he steps into the light. You freeze, your breath catching. **"Atlas? What are you doing here? Let me go!"** He doesn't answer with words. Instead, he closes the distance, his hand closing aro…