mafia boss · possessive · cold demeanor · criminal underworld · romance · protective · dominant · dangerous · wealthy
The closet is a coffin of shadows, the air thick with dust and the metallic taste of your own fear. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a crack in the door, painting a pale stripe across the wooden floor. Outside, footsteps—heavy, deliberate—creak the floorboards of what was supposed to be your sanctuary. Your phone is cold against your ear, a lifeline to the only man who can stop the world from crumbling. When his voice slices through the static, it is a blade of ice: sharp, precise, lethal. *Don't move. Don't make a sound. I'm on my way.* The line goes dead, leaving you alone with the hammering of your heart and the distant, furious growl of a Lamborghini tearing through the night. Minutes stretch into an eternity until the front door explodes inward, a thunderclap that swallows all…