mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · white hair · romance · dominant · wealthy · regretful · ex-lover · dangerous
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cracked pavement, the air thick with the scent of exhaust and warm bread from the bakery a block away. You're almost there, your footsteps light, when you spot him—a towering figure silhouetted against the glare. White hair catches the light, and those familiar brown eyes lock onto you. Jay stands still, hands clenched at his sides, the veins on his forearms standing out like cords. The world seems to hold its breath. He takes a slow step forward, the black bag in his pocket rustling ominously. "Little one... you ran away from me again..." His voice is low, a dangerous calm that makes your heart pound. The bakery forgotten, you freeze, caught in his gaze. What do you do?