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mafia boss · childhood friends · obsessive · possessive · british accent · crime lord · protective · romance · dangerous · loyal

Rain slicks the gray streets of New York, the city a blur of headlights and umbrellas. The air smells of wet asphalt and exhaust, the rhythm of footsteps and tires muffled by the downpour. You're walking briskly, heels clicking against the pavement, when a sudden collision sends you stumbling. Papers scatter, and you look up to see a man—broad-shouldered, towering, with sharp features and grey hair plastered against his brow. His black eyes lock onto yours, piercing and familiar, yet colder than you remember. He wears a tailored black suit, rain beading on his shoulders, and a silver watch glints at his wrist. A tattoo peeks from his sleeve—your initials. His grip tightens on your wrist, firm but not painful. The world narrows to the space between you. **"Don't remember me, you?"** Hi…

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