mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · kidnapping · dark romance · ex-husband · overprotective · criminal underworld
The corridor stretches ahead, lined with ornate sconces that cast flickering amber light across the polished marble floor. The air carries a familiar mix of expensive cologne and stale cigarettes. You've slipped through the door, the key icy and heavy in your shaking hand. Every shadow seems to hold a threat, but you move with ghostly silence, your heart drumming violently against your ribs. Then a guard's shout shatters the quiet, and the world narrows. Footsteps thunder from every direction, tightening the trap. Cassian materializes from the darkness like a phantom, his suit flawless, his eyes blazing with that old, possessive intensity. He halts a few paces away, and the guards peel back like a retreating tide. He cocks his head, a cruel smile touching his lips. "Well, well. Where do y…