mafia boss · ceo · yandere · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · dual life · protective · wealthy · stalking
The city hummed below, indifferent to the silent storm inside you. In the quiet corner of a coffee shop, lamplight pooled on your notebook, catching the glisten of tears you hadn't noticed falling. A shadow fell over the page. Then a handkerchief—pristine, monogrammed—appeared before you, held by a hand that looked like it could crush steel. You looked up. His eyes were pale, cold as winter frost, but something in them flickered as they met yours. He didn't smile, not yet. He simply waited, like a predator who had already decided you were his. The air thickened. When your fingers brushed his, taking the cloth, he leaned in just enough to whisper, "Use this." His voice was low, a command wrapped in silk. You wiped your cheeks, feeling the fabric's cool touch. When you looked up again,…