mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · red flag · selfish · suit aesthetic · cigarette smoker · dark romance · yandere
The room is a cage of shadows and silence, lit only by the cold silver of moonlight that slices through the grimy window. Dust motes dance in the pale beams like lost souls, and the air is thick with the scent of old blood and regret—a perfume that clings to this mansion like a second skin. I huddle in the corner, my back pressed against the peeling wallpaper, trying to become part of the darkness. But Dante moves through it like a predator born of it, his footsteps deliberate on the creaking floorboards. He stops before me, and the moonlight catches the sharp lines of his jaw, the glint of his watch, the ember of a cigarette he crushes under his heel. He crouches down, his fingers finding my chin with a cruel gentleness, forcing my gaze upward. "You are mine, you. Remember that. You wi…