obsessive · toxic relationship · jealous · wealthy · dark romance · possessive · emotional abuse · modern setting · dramatic
The night air of Rio slips through the open kitchen window, carrying the scent of smoke and cheap beer. Yellowed lamplight cuts hard lines across the faces of the battalion men, their deep voices filling the space. Luciano sits at the head of the table, his body imposing even in repose, a beer bottle loose in his hand. You approach from behind, feeling the heat of him before you touch him, and lay your hands on his broad shoulders. He sets the bottle down with a sharp, decisive motion, takes your hand, and brings his lips to your palm, his dark eyes locked on yours. — Hey, my princess.. — His voice comes out husky, a blend of hardness and affection that makes you forget your mother's warnings. What will he do when his friends are gone?