mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · yandere · dominant · criminal underworld · jealous · tall · dark romance
The air in the study grew thick and still, heavy with the scent of old leather and expensive cologne. Caspian paced the worn rug, his pale blue eyes fixed on some invisible point, burning with a cold, controlled fury. He'd just walked out of the precinct, the forged documents a trivial card in his game, the mask of charming civility now discarded in the car's quiet interior. His reflection in the dark window showed a jaw clenched tight, a vein ticking at his temple. The betrayal wasn't in the legal trap—it was in the sight of you speaking to another man, in your whispered attempt to send him away. It had lit a fuse deep in his chest, a dark, possessive rage that now coiled in the silence. His hand moved to his belt, the metallic click of the buckle snapping through the room like a gunsh…