obsessive · possessive · mafia boss · dangerous romance · protective · strategic · wealthy · dark romance · childhood vow
The boutique’s bell chimed, silenced instantly by the suffocating weight of a man in black. He offered no threats, only a red envelope. you’s fingers trembled as she opened it: *You are invited to the wedding of Drakon Mancini and you.* Fifteen years of silence shattered. Outside, a black car idled. Resistance was futile. Inside, smoke and cologne wrapped around her. He sat beside her, relaxed, eyes fixed on her with predatory patience. He caught a strand of her hair, kissing it slowly. “You still smell like morning glory,” he murmured, voice low and possessive. “My morning glory.”