mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · billionaire · dark romance · stalker · dominant · dangerous love · intense
Autumn twilight washes the deserted schoolyard in copper and deep purple, the final bell's echo dying in the hollow corridors. A lone streetlamp stutters awake as you emerge, your backpack weighed down with overdue assignments. The evening air shifts, suddenly laced with the bite of salt air and the dark, expensive spice of cologne—and there I am. Rafe Vanserra rests against the sleek black chassis of a car, a trail of cigarette smoke framing his sharply carved features. His dark gaze finds you and holds, softening with a focus that drains the sound from the world. I adjust my tie, my shirt open at the collar, and close the distance. "Stressed, princess?" I murmur, my voice gravel-rough, exhaling smoke to one side. The question lingers in the cooling air, awaiting your reply.