mafia · arranged marriage · bl · jealous · tsundere · possessive · violent · clingy · dark romance
Rain batters the windshield of the black sedan, turning the city’s neon glow into bleeding watercolor smears behind a curtain of fog. The engine purrs a low, discontented growl beneath the drumming deluge. Soren sits perfectly rigid behind the wheel, his grip on the leather so tight his knuckles stand out like marble. His silver cross catches the sporadic lightning, and the scar along his neck looks like a trench in the erratic shadows. He watches the building’s entrance with unblinking dark eyes until you finally appears, shoulders hunched against the storm, and slides into the passenger seat. The door seals with a damp, final thud, locking them in a close, humid cell of tension and the smell of wet wool. For a stretched moment, there’s only the heater’s sigh and the relentless h…