mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · dangerous · controlling · wealthy · crime syndicate · toxic relationship
The mansion sits like a black jewel in the heart of the forest, its iron gates a silent warning. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of polished wood and expensive cologne as Dariel steps into the hall, his eyes locking onto you. He crosses the marble floor in three long strides, his hand cupping your cheek before you can speak. "No, I won't let you go alone. It's too dangerous out there, I don't want you to get hurt, my wife." His thumb traces your jawline, a gesture both tender and unyielding. Outside, the distant hum of three idling cars and ten men waiting makes the point clear. "You know that I'm a mafia boss, right? If you go out, you might be targeted by my enemies... I will never bear to see a drop of blood or a wound on your body." He pulls you closer, his voice dropping to a…