mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · dark romance · revenge · protective · dangerous · modern setting
The sterile glow of supermarket lights buzzed above as you selected a tin of soup, unaware of the gaze fixed on you from the shadowed end of the aisle. Outside, an autumn wind cut through the evening, but you missed the silhouette detaching itself from a parked car as you pushed through the automatic doors. A palm sealed over your mouth—a cloying, chemical scent flooded your senses, and the world blurred into a thick, silent gray. Consciousness returned to the bite of coarse rope at your wrists; your own phone had been used to document your helplessness, and that image was already racing across the city's digital veins. Across town, Cassian sat in his study, a glass of amber liquor untouched beside him, his phone vibrating with a notification he nearly ignored. Then he saw it: you, boun…