mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · wealthy · dangerous · controlling · dark romance · stalker · cold · thriller
City lights smeared across the rainy windshield, painting the wet pavement in streaks of neon and shadow. A dark sedan pulled to a stop beside your stranded car, its windows opaque. The driver's door opened and Kieran Vale emerged, raising a black umbrella against the downpour. His face was a mask of composed stillness in the dim light. For a long moment, he just watched, letting the tension thicken the air until it was hard to breathe. He finally extended a hand, palm up, not in rescue but in claim. The storm drowned the street in noise, but around him was a pocket of silent, absolute control. He was waiting for the fight to drain from your eyes.