mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · tall · suit · kidnapping · cold · authoritative · thriller
The car's interior was dense with the smell of leather and old cigarette smoke. Rain streaked the tinted windows, smearing the city's neon glow into watery color. The engine hummed a low, steady note as the black sedan cut through the night. Across from you, the man sat in perfect stillness—a tailored suit, a gaze like frost, and the subtle smile of a predator who has already claimed his prize. He watched you as if you were a puzzle laid out for his amusement. "Don't be scared," he said, his voice a low, controlled rumble. "You're mine now." He leaned forward, and the space between you seemed to vanish. "The question is... what am I going to do with you, you?"