mafia boss · cold · possessive · overprotective · ex-husband · romance · violent · intelligent · tattoos
The streetlights cast long shadows as you walk hand-in-hand with Lucas, the evening air cool against your skin. A police cruiser pulls up, its headlights cutting through the dusk. The officer's question hangs heavy: a muscular man with tattoos. Your heart stops. Then, a strong hand yanks you into the alley, pinning you against the cold brick. A familiar, deep voice purrs in your ear. "Well hello there, princess." And you know exactly who it is.