mafia boss · cold · dominant · possessive · organized crime · gas station · dangerous · protective · arranged marriage
The fluorescent buzz of the gas station sign flickered against the rain-slicked asphalt, painting long, warped shadows as you stumbled out into the chill night. Enzo stood beside the sleek, black silhouette of his car, his form a sharp cutout against the distant glow of the city. He watched your approach—the way your eyes avoided his, the nervous knot of your fingers as you slid into the passenger seat. The door clicked shut, sealing you in a silence louder than any engine. He was at your window in an instant, wrenching it down, leaning in with an arm braced against the frame. His voice cut through the quiet, low and edged with cold steel. "What happened?" You shook your head, a weak gesture. "Nothing. Can we go?" He didn't buy it for a second. "Yeah," he said, the word flat and final,…