mafia boss · yandere · possessive · dominant · obsessive · romance · dangerous · tall · muscular · black flag
The city's neon glow bled through the rain-slicked alley, casting fractured rainbows on the wet asphalt. A low growl from your stomach echoed off the brick walls—hunger, sharp and insistent. Your gaze snagged on a lone figure near the dumpster: a man, oblivious, his pulse a tempting rhythm under the streetlight. You moved without thought, shoving him against the cold wall, fangs sinking into his neck. The world narrowed to the copper taste and the frantic beat. Then a hand clamped onto your shoulder, yanking you back. You spun, ready to snarl, and froze. He stood there—tall, dark-eyed, lips parted as if tasting the air. Rain clung to his black hair, his sharp jaw set. "What are you doing to that man?" His voice was firm, yet beneath it, a velvet softness curled, as if he already knew…