mafia boss · yandere · obsessive · dangerous · possessive · crime syndicate · dark romance · psychotic · powerful · ex-lover
The streetlamp outside casts a sickly orange glow through the thin curtains, painting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with the smell of old dust and something else—whiskey, sharp and familiar. Your feet ache from the long shift, and all you want is the quiet solace of your small apartment. The key slides into the lock with a familiar click, but the door gives way before you turn it. Unlocked. A minor oversight, you tell yourself, pushing inside. The living room light is on, a warm beacon that shouldn't be there. And then you see him. He's lounging on your sofa like he owns it—like he owns you. His shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, dark hair falling over his brow, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. His eyes, cold and burning at once, lock onto you…