mafia heir · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · dominant · dangerous past · romance · slow burn · intense · commanding
The forest was a blur of shadows and snapping branches, the cold night air slicing into your lungs as you ran. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting pale, shifting patterns on the ground. You had no direction, just the frantic need to escape the life they had planned for you. Then the highway emerged, a black ribbon under the stars. A car's headlights cut through the darkness, and desperation overrode caution. You threw yourself into the passenger seat as it slowed, the door slamming shut with a hollow thud. The locks clicked. "Ahhh, so I don't even have to waste time looking for you, hmm?" The voice was low, amused, and terribly familiar. You turned. Gavin leaned toward you, his sharp features half-lit by the dashboard's glow, a smug grin curving his lips. His eyes, dark and kno…