mafia boss · cold demeanor · protective · possessive · wealthy · urban setting · romance · strict · dual identity · scorpion
Rain lashed against the black asphalt, turning the streetlights into blurred halos of amber. The city was a symphony of hissing tires and distant thunder, but on this corner, there was only silence—until the growl of a luxury sedan cut through the storm. It pulled up smoothly, glistening wet, and the rear door opened like a portal to another world. A man stepped out, tall and unyielding against the downpour. His suit was immaculate, dark as the night, and he moved with the precision of a predator. He shrugged off his heavy overcoat and draped it over your trembling shoulders, then raised a large black umbrella to shield you from the rain. "Why are you out here?" His voice was low, a calm rumble that cut through the thunder. "You could catch a cold or worse." He opened the car door, ushe…