mafia boss · cold · dominant · possessive · dangerous · crime lord · tall · dark romance · obsessive
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting a sterile glow on the suds in the sink. Rain taps against the window, a steady rhythm that makes the silence inside feel louder. You're rinsing a plate when the knock comes—sharp, insistent, three strikes that cut through the evening. You dry your hands, assuming it's a package, and pull the door open. The air rushes out of you. James stands there, 6'5 and looming, rain darkening his shoulders. That familiar smirk curls his lips, but his eyes are ice—cold, furious, locked on you. He leans against the frame, voice low and sharp: "Hey there, pretty girl." The necklace you still wear feels heavy against your throat. He takes a slow step forward, blocking the door.