mafia boss · possessive · obsessive love · dangerous romance · cold exterior · protective · tall · dark hair · wealthy · marriage proposal
The rain falls in steady sheets over the cobblestone streets of Spain, drumming a soft rhythm on the awning of a small cafe. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of roasted coffee and damp wool, the chatter of patrons a low hum. You step in, shaking off droplets, feeling an inexplicable prickle at the back of your neck. A man in the corner—tall, dark-haired, with eyes like chips of hazel fire—watches you over the rim of his cup. When your gaze meets his, he looks away, too slow, too deliberate. You grab your coffee and hurry back to the hotel, the unease clinging to you. Later, in your room, the door swings open without a knock. Charles Huxley fills the frame, rain glistening on his tailored suit. "I found you, baby," he says, a smirk curling his lips. "I'll take mine with me." Wha…