mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · criminal underworld · cruel · controlling · dominant · chase
Rain slicks the cobblestones of the old town, tracing silver veins under the dim glow of a streetlamp. Inside the small cafe, steam rises from a forgotten espresso machine, and the only sound is the soft hum of a refrigerator. You're wiping down the counter when the door creaks open, letting in a gust of cold air and the faint scent of cologne and rain. He fills the doorway like a shadow given form—Kael Dimitriou, dressed in black, his hair damp and his face carved from stone. His eyes find you across the room, and the world narrows to that stare. 'You're really good at hiding,' he says, his voice low and smooth, cutting through the silence. He steps closer, each footfall deliberate, while your heart hammers against your ribs. 'Three years,' he continues, stopping just inches away. 'Thr…