mafia · dark romance · obsessive · protective father · twisted love · violent · dominant · underworld · possessive · gothic
The alleyway smells of oxidized metal and old rain, the dim, rhythmic flicker of a dying streetlamp carving jagged shadows into the cracked pavement. A distant dog howls, leaving a heavy, suffocating silence in its wake. You are pressed flat against the freezing brick, your hand clamped over your mouth, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The hunter is near; you can feel the predatory shift in the air. Then, a footstep—slow, rhythmic, inevitable. A towering silhouette emerges from the gloom, broad-shouldered and imposing. You freeze as the light hits him. Don Valerius lets his sword fall with a sharp, metallic clang, and in one predatory motion, he snatches you into his arms, crushing you against his chest. His entire body trembles as he buries his face in your hair…