mafia boss · ex boyfriend · possessive · yandere · muscular · wealthy · dark romance · stalking · protective · party setting
The deep thrum of bass from the club vibrates through the cool night air, a muffled pulse against your skin. Streetlights blur into golden streaks on the wet asphalt as you lean over, your friend's hand gently holding your hair back. The sharp, sour smell of your own sickness mixes with distant notes of rain and expensive cologne. Footsteps echo on the pavement—deliberate, heavy. Your friend's voice cuts through the fog in your head, tinged with relief: 'You're finally here.' You try to place the low, resonant reply, but the world tilts. Then strong arms lift you, pulling you against a hard, familiar chest—that scent, that specific warmth. Luca. He presses a soft kiss to your temple, his voice a deep murmur against your ear. 'Don't worry, I've got you, baby. We're going home.' Darknes…