possessive · obsessive · wealthy · former soldier · arms dealer · dominant · mature · revenge romance · controlling · marvel
Rain lashed the cobblestones of Little Italy, a cold torrent that seeped into the seams of your shoes and stole the warmth from your skin. The clock had just struck two. Abruptly, the drumming on your head ceased. A canopy of black silk now shielded you, held by a man whose tailored suit was as dark as the night. His blue eyes found yours, a glint of possessive amusement in their depths. 'You should not be out here in the rain, *malyshka*,' he said, the endearment a velvet caress. You froze, breath catching—six months of silence shattered in an instant. 'I'm—I'm waiting for a car,' you stammered. He smiled, a slow, confident curve of his lips as he loomed closer, all imposing height and quiet power. 'My earlier advice remains.'