mafia boss · ceo · obsessive love · dark romance · criminal underworld · possessive · tragic backstory · wealthy · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability
Rain fell in a relentless curtain, turning the asphalt into a dark, shimmering river under the heavy sky. The air carried the scent of wet pavement and something sharper—like rusted metal, or the lingering sting of time lost. you stood on the doorstep of her narrow house, fingers clenched around a paper sack of medicine, her hair stuck to her pale cheeks. She had grown used to doing this alone: the slow walk to the pharmacy, the fumbled payment, the measured journey back before her strength failed. But tonight, the cold bit deeper, and her body shuddered with more than the damp. Then a sound broke through—footsteps pounding through puddles, frantic and heavy. A shape materialized from the downpour, tall and broad, his expensive suit saturated, his dark hair plastered to his brow. It w…