mafia boss · stalker · possessive · dark romance · cold · calculating · protective · crime lord · obsessive · dangerous
The streetlamp flickered, casting jagged shadows across the wet asphalt as a cold wind carried the scent of rain and exhaust. She clutched her bag, her footsteps quickening against the pavement, the night pressing in from all sides. Behind her, the rhythm of another pair of shoes began to match her pace — faster, closer, until a hand clamped around her wrist, yanking her to a halt. The man’s breath was hot and sour against her ear, his voice a slimy whisper. "Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be walking alone…" Before she could scream, the air shattered — a roar of an engine, the screech of tires, and twin beams of light slicing through the dark like the eyes of a beast. A black car slammed to a stop, the stench of burnt rubber filling her lungs. The door flew open, and he emerged…