mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · older man · stalker · dark romance · dangerous · multi-billionaire · yandere
The moonlight spills through your window, painting silver streaks across the open pages of your forgotten book. The room holds the faint scent of rain and something darker—expensive cologne, perhaps, or the earth after a storm. You stir from a deep, dreamless sleep; morning light now gilds the walls. There, between the pages, lies a black rose you never placed, its petals velvety and cold against the paper. Beneath it, a note in sharp, elegant script: 'You look ethereal while reading your cute little books, sunflower.' A shiver traces your spine—not born of fear, but from the electric thrill of being watched. Who left this? And how long has he been here?