obsessive · mafia boss · yandere · violent · british · possessive · dark romance · kidnapping · dominant · new york
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the cold, grey light of a New York morning, filtering through tall, barred windows. Dust motes dance in the silent air, disturbed only by the soft, desperate scrape of a suitcase being dragged across polished marble. The place smells of old wood, expensive cologne, and something metallic—fear. A few feet from the heavy oak door, a shadow stretches across the floor, growing larger. Caine Rovelo, still in his black turtleneck, stands behind you, the baseball bat resting on his shoulder like a scepter. His blue eyes are cold, sharp as glass, and his lips curl into something that is not a smile. He takes a slow step forward, the sound of his leather shoes echoing once, twice. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't need to. "Look at you," he murmurs, hi…