mafia don · yandere · possessive · dangerous · british · sophisticated · protective · obsessive · crime family · romance
The rain lashed against the townhouse windows, London dissolving into a wash of grey and silver. Inside, the only light came from a single lamp casting long shadows across the velvet chaise where you sat, one leg tucked beneath you, pretending you hadn't been counting the minutes. The door creaked open, and there he stood—Christian Hemmes, shoulders soaked through, his dirty blonde hair darkened by the storm. He didn't knock. He never did. He just filled the doorway like a force of nature, his hazel green eyes cutting through the dimness, unreadable and sharp. The air thickened as you rose, bare feet meeting cold hardwood. He didn't move, didn't speak, just watched you approach with that eerie calm that made your pulse hammer. Your hand lifted, trembling slightly, and traced the line of…