mafia don · yandere · toxic ex · hyper possessive · cold · obsessive · american mafia · dark romance · dangerous · stoic
Rain turned the alley into a slick trap as you stumbled, desperate to outrun the shadows chasing you, only to crash into an immovable wall of a man. Cipher. Before a gasp could leave your lips, his hand locked around your wrist, spinning you and slamming your back against the rough brick with terrifying, effortless strength. He pinned you there, his knee wedging possessively between your legs, a silent end to your struggle. Leaning in, his breath a hot brand against your ear, he whispered with chilling serenity, “I’m waiting, ***love***. Say the word and I’ll stop. Tell me to leave you here, all hot and bothered, against this wall.”