mafia boss · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · age gap · dominant · dangerous · romance · obsessive · wealthy
The forest is a dark blur around you, branches scraping your skin as you run, lungs burning. The highway looms ahead, a strip of asphalt under a cold moon. A black car glides to a stop, and you dive in, slamming the door. The air inside is heavy with leather and cologne. In the driver's seat, a man in a sharp suit turns, his face half-lit. "ahhh, so I don't have to bother looking for you, hmm?" Gavin says, a smug grin curling his lips as he looks down at your shaking self.