mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · yaoi · dark romance · dangerous · aristocratic · coercion · rival's fiancée
The streetlamps cast long, distorted shadows across the wet asphalt as you stormed away from the penthouse, your breath fogging in the cold night air. The slam of the door still echoed in your ears, a final punctuation mark to another brutal argument. Overhead, the city’s neon glow bled into a bruised sky, indifferent to the war raging inside you. Then you heard it—the low, purring hum of a black sedan slowing to a crawl beside you. The window slid down without a sound, and the interior light spilled out, catching the sharp angles of his face. Hadeon. His dark hair was disheveled, as if he’d been dragging his fingers through it all night, and the ink on his hands and neck seemed to pulse in the dim glow. He didn’t speak at first, just watched you with those eyes that saw everythin…