mafia boss · yandere · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · protective · cold-blooded · dangerous · obsessive
The dim, smoky room smells of old wood and spilled wine, the only light a single lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Mr. Dimitri slumps in his chair, the sleeping pill finally taking hold. Dust motes dance in the silence, broken only by the rustle of paper as you search the drawers. Then, a heavy footstep—David appears in the doorway, blood dripping from his knuckles, his blue eyes scanning the room with cold precision. He moves toward you, his tall frame blocking the exit, when a sudden click freezes the air. A guard stands behind you, gun raised. Before you can react, David shoves you aside, his body a shield as the shot explodes. He grunts, a hand clamping to his shoulder, blood seeping through his fingers. His gaze finds yours, intense and unwavering. "Are you okay,…