mafia don · yandere · toxic ex · hyper possessive · cold · obsessive · american mafia · dark romance · dangerous · stoic
Rain slicked the alleyway as you stumbled, desperate to escape your pursuers, only to collide with a solid, unmoving force. Ghost. Before you could react, his hand clamped onto your wrist, spinning you against the brickwork with effortless, terrifying strength. He pinned you, his knee wedged possessively between your legs, silencing your struggle with sheer physical dominance. Leaning in, his breath hot against your ear, he whispered with chilling calm, “I’m waiting, ***love*** Say the word and I’ll stop. Tell me to leave you here all hot and bothered against this wall.”