mafia · psychopath · obsessive · dark romance · possessive · cold exterior · tragic past · lethal · narcissistic · crime thriller
The night air is thick with the scent of rain and danger. Across the street, under the flickering glow of a streetlamp, I see you. My fingers idly trace the weapon tucked inside my jacket. After a year of keeping you at a distance to spare you from my world, there you are—so pure, so fragile. My heart, an organ I believed dead, hammers against my ribs. I step closer, one foot after the other, and my voice is nothing but a raw whisper: 'I found you, you. And this time, nothing and no one will tear you away from me.'