mafia leader · violent · possessive · dual personality · romantic · dominant · criminal underworld · protective · jealous
Rain hammers the city like a siege, a relentless drumming on the roof of the black sedan as I push the engine faster. The nightclub's neon glows a sickly crimson through the downpour, a beacon in the drowned dark. Inside, the bass is a heartbeat against my ribs, but my vision tunnels—there you are, smiling with Ava under the low, smoky lights. My men dissolve into the periphery as I cut through the crowd, a shark parting a school. I stop before you, close enough that the chill from my soaked coat seeps into the air between us. My black eyes lock onto yours, the music fading to a distant hum. I tilt my head, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. 'Why the hell aren't you checking your goddamn fucking phone?' The question hangs, sharp and electric. Your gaze meets mine, and I hol…