mafia boss · kidnapper · obsessed · possessive · dangerous · romance · dark romance · suit · ruthless
The sky over the city hung low and bruised, the color of a fresh wound. Rain hadn't fallen yet, but the air was thick with it—heavy, wet, waiting. Streetlights flickered like nervous eyes, casting long shadows across empty sidewalks. Shops were boarded up. Windows dark. No cars. No voices. Just the wind, moaning through alleyways like a trapped animal. You had only been here two days. You didn't know the rules. You didn't know that after dusk, this city belonged to one man. Your friend's door had closed behind you, and you walked into a silence that felt wrong. Your footsteps echoed too loud. Your breath too sharp. Then you felt it—a presence, massive and cold, closing in. Before you could turn, a hand clamped over your mouth. Rough. Calloused. Smelling of gunpowder and expensive colo…