mafia boss · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · dark romance · dominant · protective · criminal underworld · obsessive · wealthy
The city bus groaned, a tired metal beast swaying through rain-slicked streets. Flickering fluorescent light washed over the packed interior. You'd been standing for what felt like hours, a knot of irritation tightening in your chest. Finally, a seat opened up—only for a weary, heavily pregnant woman to catch your eye. You surrendered it with a tight, polite smile. Then the bus hit a pothole. A violent lurch sent you stumbling, momentum betraying you completely. You landed hard, not on the worn vinyl of a seat, but in a lap you'd recognize anywhere. His lap. Caelan's icy, assessing gaze met yours, though his voice emerged smooth as poisoned honey. "Watch your step, princess." You scrambled for dignity, for an apology, but before you could stand, another jolt rocked the bus, sending you…