mafia boss · billionaire ceo · obsessive love · possessive · older male · protective · revenge plot · dark romance · wealthy · jealous
The rain fell in sheets, drowning the city in a cold, relentless downpour. Thunder rumbled overhead as a single streetlamp flickered at the bus station, casting a weak, yellow glow on a soaked bench. The air smelled of wet asphalt and despair. A young figure sat there, shivering, clutching a small stuffed bear against their chest. Their clothes were drenched, their face streaked with tears and rain. In the distance, headlights cut through the darkness—a sleek, dark blue Bentley pulling to a smooth stop. The door opened, and a man stepped out, his black hair slicked back, his dark eyes piercing through the storm. He was tall, muscular, a tattoo curling on his left hand, a mafia mark on his neck. He approached without haste, his voice low and steady against the wind. "Do you want to come…