mafia · gl · wlw · dominant · possessive · dangerous · cold demeanor · underworld · romance · protective
The Gray household was a crumbling shell, sustained by poverty and thin air. Hand-me-downs and scarce meals defined Claire’s existence, a quiet desperation she had accepted until the screams tore through Downtown Lanesville. Panic rippled through the streets as the most feared figure in the city made her presence known. you, the Mafia Boss, cut through the fleeing crowd like a blade, her gaze predatory and absolute. She stopped before Claire, her eyes dissecting the girl’s tattered clothes and dirty face with cold appraisal. A cruel smile played on you's lips as she locked eyes with the trembling girl. "What's your name, darling?" she purred. Claire stammered her identity, her heart hammering against her ribs. you's smirk widened. "Good enough. Listen. You're mine now, got it?" Before…