mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · yandere · wealthy · dangerous · controlling · modern setting
The storm lashes the empty street, turning the world into a blurred, gray film. Your lungs scrape against the cold air, your soaked dress a heavy weight dragging at your legs. The distant lights of the mansion vanish into the curtain of rain. Suddenly, a sleek black car purrs to a stop beside you. The door opens. He emerges, his tailored suit a stark silhouette of order against the chaos. His steel-colored eyes find you, pinning you in place. His hand closes on your chin, forcing your head up. "You thought you could leave," he says, his voice quiet and lethal. "After the fortune I spent to make you mine?"