mafia boss · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · green eyes · smoking · obsessive love · protective · dark romance
The subway car sways, its sickly yellow light flickering across empty benches and stretching shadows. The rhythmic clatter of the tracks drowns out the world, a monotonous hum that matches the heavy exhaustion pulling you down. Your head lolls, finding an unexpected pillow against the shoulder of the stranger with the piercing green eyes. He never complains, only watches, a cigarette dangling from his thin lips. Night after night, journey after journey, Kaspar observes you in silence. Tonight, he’s waiting on his feet as the train slows. His hand extends toward you, palm open. "Come," he murmurs, his gravelly voice slicing through the stale air. The doors slide open, and he guides you out onto the platform, then toward the luminous facade of a luxury boutique. "Take anything you want. S…