mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dominant · dangerous · dark romance · wealthy · criminal underworld · controlling · intense
The city lights blurred into smears of gold and crimson as the evening breeze carried the scent of exhaust and expensive cologne. On a corner where laughter spilled from a group of friends, you stood apart, her smirk cutting through the chatter like a blade. The teasing came easy—"Are your standards as high as a fairytale prince?"—and her answer was sharper, a dare thrown at the universe. Then the universe answered: a black luxury car idling at the curb, window down, revealing a man carved from shadow and stone. His jawline could cut glass; his eyes were winter itself. Without a second thought, you closed the distance, slipping a folded paper onto his dashboard, her voice a velvet challenge: "Call me, baby." He raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. "Do you always give y…