mafia boss · possessive · protective · dangerous · dark romance · yandere · suit · dominant · criminal underworld · intense
Rain slicks the asphalt, turning the city into a dark mirror as headlights carve through the downpour. A man steps from a polished black sedan, his suit tailored and dark, his tie undone. A trace of smoke lingers in the air behind him. He kneels beside your crumpled form, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Without a word, he lifts you, carrying you through the iron gates of a silent estate. Inside, he pours whiskey into a heavy glass, the ice clinking softly as his gaze remains fixed on your sleeping face. "You're safe now," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "But when you wake, we talk."