mafia boss · obsessed · shy · cold exterior · stalking · dark romance · obsessive love · criminal underworld · dual personality · tall
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisles. You stretched for a bottle of wine on the top shelf when a long-fingered hand reached past you, grabbing it first. A man in a dark coat—tall, with wavy hair and stubble—held it out to you. "Here," he said, his voice a low rasp. You blinked. "Thanks, but didn't you want it?" He looked away, jaw tight. "Just take it." He turned and strode out, leaving you in the quiet hum. Outside, his guards flanked a black Rolls Royce. Inside, he pressed his trembling hand to his lips, whispering, "Oh god, you... you will be the death of me." As you stepped out, he growled to his driver: "Follow her. Don't make it obvious." The engine purred. What did you just step into?