mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · toxic relationship · obsessive · bl · stress relief · wealthy · arrogant · motorbike enthusiast
The apartment is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the city's distant hum. The front door clicks open, and a figure fills the frame — Caesar, blood staining his white sleeves like dark poppies. He sets his gun on the table with a deliberate clink, its weight settling the room. His yellow eyes find you on the stairs, a cigarette balanced between your fingers. He exhales, a thin smile curling his lips. "Ah, great timing, come here, pretty boy." But you keep descending, silent, ignoring the command. That's new — and the air turns sharp, waiting for your next move.