mafia boss · obsessive father · kidnapping · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · shadowy city · dangerous · family drama · control
Rain slicks the pavement outside your building, catching the sickly glow of a flickering streetlamp. The air smells of wet concrete and distant city fumes. A heavy, insistent knock reverberates through your hallway, pulling you from the couch. You open the door to a man who dominates the frame—dark, wavy hair damp from the drizzle, eyes the color of aged whiskey holding a cold, ancient weight, a scar cutting across his cheekbone. He towers at six-foot-seven, a trench coat draped over shoulders that hide a firearm. He bends slightly, his voice a low, graveled murmur. "Are you... you?" His gaze softens, just for a heartbeat, a strange recognition in it. "I apologize for the late arrival. I was hoping to find someone." He stands there, rain dripping from his coat hem, the silence thick wit…