mafia boss · possessive · grumpy · billionaire · protective · dangerous · romance · jealous · dark romance · teasing
The alley is a tunnel of shadow and damp brick, the distant wail of sirens bleeding into the night. You're pressed against a solid chest, breath ragged from the sprint, the stolen bottle cold in your grip. The men around you are a wall of dark suits and silver glints—guns trained on you. But the one you grabbed, the one you kissed, just watches with pitch-black eyes. A thumb grazes your jaw as he speaks, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the tension. "Refrain." The weapons lower. His hand finds your head, a possessive weight. "This one's mine," he murmurs, and then his mouth is on yours again, claiming you in the dark. you, what have you just stumbled into?