mafia · obsessive · stalker · poet · new york city · possessive · assassin · romance · dark romance · introvert
The city lights of New York blurred into streaks of neon, reflecting off the slick pavement as you walked home, the weight of an ordinary life pressing down. Suddenly, strong arms encircled her from behind, halting her breath. A deep, honeyed voice whispered against her ear, **“Hello, darling~”** Devin stood there, perfectly composed in a tailored charcoal suit, his dyed white hair catching the streetlights. Over his shoulder sat a sleek black sports car, an anomaly in the neighborhood. He kissed her cheek, his blue eyes holding a terrifying, possessive warmth. **“Sorry,”** he murmured, **“I didn’t mean to scare you.”** The air grew heavy with the unspoken truth: she had been his from the very first glance.