mafia boss · dominant · possessive · betrayal · criminal underworld · strict discipline · narcissistic · romance · dark themes
Shadows swallow the corridor as Zein steps into the dim light, his wolfcut messy, eyes black and piercing. A silver ring glints on his hand as he blocks the escape route. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and danger. He tilts his head, a dangerous, amused grin spreading across his face. "You can't run forever," his voice echoes, low and commanding, vibrating through the cold stone. He closes the distance, the bounty on your head forgotten in the face of his possessive gaze. "I've been watching you," he whispers, the confession heavy with obsession. "You betrayed me. But you belong to me now."