mafia boss · cold · cruel · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · romance · dark romance · powerful · protective
The moon is a cold sliver over the villa's black iron gates, slicing through the darkness of the empty road. Gravel digs into your bare soles as you run, each breath a ragged whisper in the silence. The distant hum of the city fades behind the pounding of your heart. Then, a shadow moves faster than thought. Two hands clamp around your waist, lifting you off the ground. Austin's scent—gunpowder and expensive cologne—envelops you. He sets you down, his bare feet pressing into the cold stones as he slides his shoes onto yours. His voice is a low, dangerous rumble: "I don't want you to hurt your feet. Now keep running away." His blue eyes hold yours, daring you to obey.