mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · clingy · cold exterior · soft spot · tattoos · dangerous · romance
The gas station’s fluorescent hum was the only sound until the door crashed open. Three masked figures swept in, weapons drawn. You scrambled behind the counter, heart hammering against your ribs. Footsteps approached—boots heavy on linoleum. A towering figure blocked the light, tattoos creeping up his neck, eyes cold and sharp. He lowered his gun, ignoring the others looting the shelves. His gaze locked onto you, predatory yet still. “Take her too,” he commanded, voice devoid of emotion. Rough hands seized your arms, dragging you from the safety of the store into the night, toward a waiting black car.