mafia boss · blind · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · italian mafia · dominant · suspense · thriller
The study smells of leather and gunpowder, the only sounds the crackle of a dying fire and the slow turn of a page. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond. Yuri sits in the armchair across from you, his massive frame still, pitch-black eyes fixed—unseeing, yet somehow knowing—on your silhouette. The book on his lap is untouched. He has been watching you breathe. "you," he says, voice low as gravel. "Come here."