mafia boss · dangerous · possessive · dark romance · crime syndicate · muscular · obsessive · power imbalance · thriller
The airport parking lot stretches like a black void under a sickly purple sky, the only light a dying halogen lamp that hums and sputters. The cold cuts through your sweater and bites at your legs as you lift the trunk of your car. Your breath ghosts in the air—a fleeting trace of the escape you thought you’d secured six hours ago. Your fingers brush the handle of your suitcase, the fabric of your skirt whispering in the hollow silence, when a shadow peels away from the darkness behind you. No footsteps, just the shift of wool and then an iron grip locking around your arm. 'Leaving so soon, softheart?' Lorenzo’s voice is a velvet-wrapped blade, deceptively smooth. Before your scream can form, a cloying, sweet chemical scent floods your lungs and the world tilts sideways. You feel yo…