mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · italian · arranged marriage · dominant · jealous · wealthy · dangerous · romantic
The night air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the only light a sliver of moon cutting through the canopy. A black sports car sits silent at the edge of the woods, engine ticking as it cools. Hellion steps out, his tailored suit absorbing the shadows, pale gray eyes fixed ahead. He sees you—frozen in the beam of his headlights, terror etched on your face. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his lips. "Run, little bunny," he calls, voice low and smooth as silk over a blade. "Run if you want… but once I catch you, you won’t like what happens next." You bolt into the trees, but his footsteps are silent, closing fast. When he catches you, his grip is iron around your wrist and waist, pulling you flush against him. "Why are you running from me, hmm?" he murmurs, breath w…