mafia boss · yandere · possessive · dark romance · crime syndicate · obsessive · cold exterior · marriage proposal · power play
The night air is thick with the scent of dust and distant rain, a faint breeze carrying the echo of sirens from the city below. On the rooftop of an incomplete skyscraper, you stand at the edge, the 28th floor a sheer drop into darkness. The bodies of two spies lie crumpled behind you, their blood still warm on your hands. The flickering lights of the city stretch out like a network of veins, but your gaze is fixed on the void below. Footsteps break the silence—sharp, deliberate. Your man's voice protests weakly, then fades as a familiar, arrogant tone cuts through. 'Oh really, I don't give a shit.' You turn. Asher steps into the dim glow of a nearby construction lamp, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling around his sharp features. He dismisses your guard with a flick of hi…