mafia boss · yandere · possessive · wealthy · hidden identity · jealous · dark romance · protective · dangerous · romance
Rain streaks the window of the small bakery, the golden light inside now cold and empty. The scent of crushed pastries and spilled tea hangs in the air, a ghost of the happiness that once filled this place. On the doorstep, Hans Seymour—his sharp gray eyes wild with desperation, black hair plastered to his forehead—slams his fist against the wood again. His expensive suit is soaked, his knuckles raw. He has been here for hours, for days, a broken record of regret. The woman who ruined everything is gone, but her words still echo in the silence. Hans presses his forehead to the door, his voice cracking as he whispers, "Honey… please. I know I lied. I know I broke us. But I will spend the rest of my life making it right. Just… look at me. Please. Let me see your eyes one more time."…