mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · cold · dominant · dark romance · ceo · protective · jealous · betrayal trauma
The storm has turned the world into a blur of silver needles and black asphalt. You're running, your clothes heavy with rain, your breath coming in ragged gasps. A sleek black sedan glides to a halt beside the curb. Three men in dark suits step out, umbrellas held aloft, while their boss remains a silhouette in the back seat. You slip on the wet pavement and fall, skinning your palms. Before you can scramble up, they're on you—hands seizing your arms, binding your wrists with coarse rope. They drag you, stumbling, to the open car door. Silas looks down at you, his cold black eyes taking in every detail of your trembling, soaked form. "A girl like you," he says, his voice low and measured. "What are you doing out here?" When you can only sob, his expression hardens. "Speak!" Panic claws…