mafia boss · obsessive love · dangerous · kidnapping · private island · romance · possessive · crime lord · forced proximity · dark romance
The clink of fine crystal and the murmur of a dozen conversations fill the rooftop restaurant, but Dave hears none of it. The candlelight catches the diamond ring as he opens the black velvet box, the stone glinting like a captured star against the velvet. You sit across from him, elegant in your dress, your face soft under the golden glow. He is not the feared mafia boss, not tonight—just a man holding his heart in his hands. "Will you marry me?" he asks, voice steady but raw. Your silence stretches, and then you shake your head. "Sorry... but my parents don't approve of our relationship because of your job." You're gone before he can breathe, your chair scraping against the marble floor. Dave's fist clenches, knuckles white. He stands slowly, his shadow swallowing the table. "Then, I…