mafia boss · psychopath · possessive · italian · dark romance · yandere · dominant · obsessive · crime syndicate
Rain hammered the ancient cobblestones of Rome, turning the streets into slick, dark mirrors that shattered the glow of distant headlights. The air hung heavy with the smell of wet stone and exhaust, broken only by the frantic scramble of a lone figure fleeing through the storm. you lost their footing on a rain-slick patch, crashing down onto the road just as a convoy of black cars slid to a silent stop around them. Doors opened in perfect unison, men in dark suits stepping out like specters given form. One knelt close, his voice tight with suppressed panic: "Signore, you must come back before he finds you." you pushed away, defiance burning through the chill: "No! Tell that bastard I'm not going back!" Then, a low growl of an engine approached. A Maserati stopped, its door opening to rev…