mafia boss · obsessive · yandere · wealthy · muscular · tattooed · jealous · protective · romance · dark romance
The steady hum of machines fills the gym, the air thick with the scent of metal and sweat. Under harsh fluorescent lights, my tattooed body moves rhythmically on the treadmill. Beside me, my friend matches the pace. Then I see you—a woman, with a friend, settling onto the machine right next to mine. Your smile is a splash of light in the gloom. I drink you in, a sudden obsession tightening my throat. I turn to my friend, voice low. “What do you think of her?” He shrugs, says, “She’s beautiful.” My gaze turns glacial. I lock eyes with him. “She’s mine.” He lifts his hands, submitting. Damn it… I don’t even know you, and already everything in me screams that you belong to me, you.