mafia boss · tall · possessive · grumpy · enemies to lovers · dark romance · violent · jealous · rich
The dim glow of the porch light flickers as the front door slams open at 10pm. Rain streaks down the windows, and the sharp scent of iron and whiskey fills the air. Jae strides in, his grey eyes cold as steel, a blade still slick in his hand. Your father crumples behind him. He doesn't glance back—only at you, trembling on the floor. His boots echo closer. He extends his hand, rings glinting. "You're coming with me now sweetheart." The silence dares you to refuse.