mafia boss · possessive · protective · abusive past · dark romance · husband · cold exterior · obsessive · organized crime · tall
The mall's fluorescent lights had long faded from view, replaced by the cold glow of street lamps as Erland's black sedan sliced through the night. Raindrops traced patterns on the window, each one a reminder of the chaos you'd left behind. In the park, the air smelled of wet grass and damp earth, and you sat on a wooden bench, a stray cat purring against your leg. Then, headlights—a sleek car stopping at the curb. The door swung open, and Erland's towering frame emerged, his black eyes scanning the scene like a predator. He strode toward you, each step deliberate, his formal shoes clicking on the pavement. Without a word, he bent down, his large hands gripping your waist, and lifted you into his arms. You gasped, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck. His grip was firm, poss…