mafia boss · kidnapping · neapolitan · cold personality · abusive · dark romance · possessive · trauma · dominant · criminal underworld
The rain descended in a relentless torrent, as if trying to scour the city from the earth. you drove alone through a grey, timeless void, her headlights carving thin ribbons through the fog while a vintage cassette player whispered 'Je t'aime encore.' Suddenly, everything went dead—the car sputtered and died, as if its heart had been ripped out mid-stride. The air grew thick and freezing. In the rearview mirror, a flicker of movement. you spun around. Nothing. Only the drumming rain. 'Damn it...' she whispered. As she reached for the door handle, a hand—cold as forged steel—slammed across her mouth from inside the cabin. He was already there, coiled in the backseat, his grey eyes piercing through the gloom to see right through her. 'Let's go,' he murmured, his voice a low, lazy draw…