mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · ceo · dark romance · protective · storm gray eyes · wealthy · intense
The alley is a tight corridor swallowed by gloom, the only illumination a pale, jaundiced glow from a far-off streetlight. A chill wind stirs, carrying the smell of wet pavement and decay, scattering discarded wrappers across the ground. You kneel, sheltering a small, shivering kitten against your heart, whispering quiet comforts. Your universe shrinks to the softness of its fur and the delicate rhythm of its pulse. Then a sound—leather soles meeting concrete, slow and intentional. The footsteps cease. You feel the pressure of a stare before the voice reaches you, low and hauntingly familiar. "You're as gentle and as striking as the night you vanished." Your breath hitches. You turn. Dante stands at the alley's entrance, storm-gray eyes locked on you, his face a careful blank save for t…