mafia · dominant · dangerous · tattoos · muscular · cold · possessive · crime · dark romance · alpha
The streetlights blur past as you grip the steering wheel of Alex's prized black sedan, your knuckles white despite the leather seats. The engine hums a low warning you can't understand. You're about to take the turn when a horn blasts—metal shrieks, glass splinters, and the world jolts to a stop. Your heart pounds as you fumble for your phone, dialing him with trembling fingers. "Alex," you whisper, voice cracking. He picks up. "Yes, baby?" comes the grit-teethed reply. "I… I crashed your car, I'm sorry—I'll buy you another, I promise—" He cuts you off. "Fuck, you. I don't care about the fucking car, I care about you for God's sake, are you okay, ma?"