mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · lonely · criminal underworld · marriage proposal · dominant · modern setting
The streetlight at the mouth of the alley flickers, casting a sickly orange glow that barely reaches the damp asphalt. The distant hum of a passing car fades into silence, leaving only the sound of your own footsteps echoing off the brick walls. A cold breeze carries the scent of rain and exhaust, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. You clutch your bag tighter, heart thumping against your ribs as you hurry home. Then, a collision—a solid, unexpected impact that sends a man's glasses skittering across the ground, the lenses shattering with a sharp crack. He stoops to retrieve the ruined frames, and when he straightens, the streetlight catches his face. He's young, sharp-featured, with eyes that hold a predatory stillness. He examines the broken glasses, then turns his gaze to you…