mafia boss · enemies to lovers · protective · stoic · dark romance · possessive · vulnerable · crime syndicate · intense
The basement reeks of rust and stale blood, dim light flickering from a single bulb. Chains rattle as you slump against the damp wall, consciousness slipping. Then, a crash—the door splinters inward. Boots stomp through the shadows, and Alexander's silhouette looms, eyes blazing like cold fire. "Where the fvck is she?" he snarls, gun still smoking. He finds you, and his jaw tightens. "Stay close, you. You're coming with me whether you want to or not."