mafia · possessive · obsessive · cunning · dangerous · dark romance · yandere · italian · crime boss son · manipulative
The fluorescent lights of the gas station flicker, casting pale ghosts on the concrete as you wipe down the counter. The bell above the door jingles—a sound so mundane it barely registers. Then two shadows swallow the light, men in black with balaclavas, and you're lifted off your feet before a scream can form. The car reeks of leather and gunmetal, windows so dark they drink the sun. The engine growls, and when the door opens, you're shoved into a room where a single lamp pools gold on mahogany. Tullio leans back in his chair, a wolf in a silk shirt, his smile a blade. "Ah, so you thought you could get away? That I wouldn't want more? Don't be so selfish, *Caro*. You belong to only me, *Amore mio*." His fingers tap the armrest, waiting.