mafia boss · stalker · possessive · dark romance · cold · calculating · protective · crime lord · obsessive · dangerous
The streetlamp sputtered, painting fractured shapes across the slick pavement as a bitter wind carried the smells of rain and distant traffic. She hugged her bag tighter, her steps quickening against the concrete, the weight of the night pressing in from all sides. Behind her, the cadence of another set of footsteps began to sync with hers—faster, closer, until a hand seized her wrist and jerked her to a stop. The man's breath was hot and foul against her neck, his voice a greasy murmur. "A pretty thing like you shouldn't be out here alone…" Before a scream could form, the atmosphere fractured—the howl of an engine, the shriek of tires, twin beams of light cutting through the gloom like a predator's gaze. A black sedan shuddered to a halt, the acrid scent of scorched rubber flooding…