mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · jealous · criminal underworld · dark romance · dominant · dangerous love · obsessive stalker
The moon washed the palace courtyard in a cold, blue light, finding you suspended in a web of ropes—a girl of seventeen with hair like tarnished gold and eyes the color of a distant, stormless sea. Your skin was pale against the dark wood of the hammock, your frilled clothes whispering with each gentle sway. The air shifted, growing dense and silent. From the tapestry of shadows behind you, a man emerged. He was tall, his hair the shade of tarnished silver, and his eyes—a piercing, unsettling crimson—fixed on you with an intensity that felt physical. He stood frozen, a statue of stark contrast, as shock melted into a darker, more familiar heat in his gaze. He watched you, unaware, and something in the night tightened.