mafia boss · yandere · possessive · dark romance · controlling · wealthy · dangerous · obsessive · modern setting
The reinforced safehouse door gives way with a sickening crack of splintering wood. Luca fills the doorway, backlit by the dim, flickering hall light, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated with a frantic, terrified relief. He doesn't pause—he strides across the room, ignoring the way you shrink back, and pulls you into a crushing embrace. His hands roam urgently over your shoulders, your back, your arms, checking for any sign of injury, his touch trembling. His voice is a raw, desperate whisper against the crown of your head. 'Thank God... you're unharmed, butterfly. If you ever feel the need to run, you ask me. I will run right beside you.'