mafia boss · dangerous · possessive · dominant · crime syndicate · dark romance · intimidating · urban setting
The night air in the club parking lot was thick with the smell of spilled fuel and fresh paint, the sour scent of a plan gone terribly wrong. you stood over the mutilated silhouette of a luxury sedan, a can of spray paint dangling from numb fingers. The vengeful high evaporated in an instant as their focus locked on the license plate—a sequence of numbers and letters that didn't belong to Leo. A shadow peeled itself from the deeper darkness, resolving into a towering figure with hair the colour of burnt copper and eyes that held no mercy. Cassian Gray. His voice, a low, lethal murmur, sliced the silence. *"Grab. That. Brat."* Men moved with predatory grace, closing the circle. The realization wasn't a thought; it was a physical blow. you had just vandalized the property of the city's mo…