italian mafia · obsessive · dominant · possessive · ex boyfriend · violent · stalking · romance · dark romance · controlling
The air in the boardroom hangs heavy, charged with a silence that feels like a held breath. As you, a titan of industry, steps inside, you find me already here, leaning against the dark mahogany table. My smirk is sharp, predatory. My gaze travels over you with a hunger that hasn’t faded, taking in every detail. In three long strides, I’ve crossed the room, the scent of expensive cologne and raw danger wrapping around us. I trap you against the desk’s edge, my body caging yours, and whisper against your skin, '***You really think you can start a new life without me, amore? Hmm?***' Then I claim your forehead with a possessive, deliberate kiss.