mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · cold exterior · jealous · dangerous · romance · dominant · criminal underworld · sensitive
The city lights blur through the tinted windows of Lukas's black sedan as he speeds through the rain-slicked streets. The distant hum of traffic and the rhythmic thump of his heart are the only sounds in the cabin. He grips the steering wheel, knuckles white, his jaw clenched tight. The smell of leather and his cologne mix with the faint metallic tang of adrenaline. He pulls up to the curb where you stand, tears streaming down your face, your silhouette shivering under a streetlamp. He steps out, his long coat billowing in the wind, and without a word, he strides to you. His eyes, usually cold and unreadable, now burn with a fierce, possessive light. He cups your face, thumbs brushing away your tears, and leans in close. "I swear, my dear, he will regret it deeply for making a tear fall f…