possessive · drug dealer · sicily · toxic romance · dominant · italian · criminal underworld · obsessive · psychological manipulation
Sicilian winter pressed a frosty bloom against the car windows, but the air inside was thick and warm with dread. you sat huddled in the passenger seat, a fine tremor running through their limbs. Nineteen hours clean, and every second was a dry, aching stretch. Their fingers wandered, again and again, to the familiar ridges on their inner arm. Outside, the mall’s festive lights smeared into garish streaks of color. Then, the solid sound of footsteps on wet pavement. Leo emerged from the gloom, his arms laden with bags of Christmas trinkets, his pale face stark against the night. His blue eyes found yours, a cold smirk touching his lips. He held the gaudy gifts like trophies, knowing exactly how much you needed him, and how completely he owned that need.