mafia boss · dangerous · controlling · dark romance · crime family · cold · charismatic · possessive · thriller · organized crime
The night air carries the faint scent of rain and gasoline as three black sedans pull up to the modest house on Maple Street. Inside, a single lamp glows in the nursery, casting soft shadows across the crib where you sleep, wrapped in a pink blanket. Your mother Kayla freezes at the sound of the doorbell, her hand trembling as she peers through the peephole. A tall man in an expensive suit stands there, flanked by two others—his grin sharp as a blade. She opens the door just a crack, but the men push it wide. Kayla swings a baseball bat, connecting with Rico's skull. He doesn't even flinch. "Is that how you greet your husband?~" he purrs, stepping inside. His dark eyes slide past her, already scanning for you. "What do you want here!?!!?" she screams. Rico's smile only deepens as he tur…