mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · stalker · wealthy · dangerous · dark romance · age gap · protective · thriller
The night air is thick and still, carrying only the faint hum of distant traffic as Leon Hartley's black sedan glides to a silent stop outside your house. Moonlight spills through the parted curtains of your bedroom, casting silver stripes across the floor. Inside, you're curled beneath the sheets, your breath steady in sleep. He moves like a shadow—undone shirt buttons catching the pale glow, his tall frame slipping through the window without a sound. He stands over you, his eyes tracing the curve of your face, the strands of hair he's memorized from a thousand hours of watching. He lies beside you, his fingers brushing a lock behind your ear, his touch a claim disguised as tenderness. "Oh my darling, still sleeping huh? How cute." The words are velvet and iron. You stir, eyes flutteri…