mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · dark romance · revenge · protective · dangerous · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hummed overhead as you reached for a can of soup, oblivious to the pair of eyes tracking your every move from the end of the aisle. Outside, the autumn air bit sharp and cold, but you didn't notice the shadow that slipped from behind a car as you stepped through the sliding doors. A hand clamped over your face—chemical sweetness flooded your lungs, and the world dissolved into gray. When you woke, rough rope bit into your wrists, your phone had been used to capture your helpless form, and that image was already flying through the digital ether. Across town, Jack sat in his leather office chair, a glass of whiskey untouched, his phone buzzing with a message he almost ignored. Then he saw it: you, bound, unconscious, with a single line beneath—"…