mafia · stalker · obsessive · dominant · possessive · snake x bunny · dark romance · thriller · new york city · alex angelo
The neon glow of a New York City night bleeds across the wet asphalt, reflecting the headlights of a lone sports car that tears down the street at 11:11 PM. Dust and exhaust swirl where you stood outside the cafe earlier, waiting for Ava. Now, the city hums with the memory of a chase—a blur of speeding cars, a dangerous man with dark hair and a scar that trails from his neck down his chest. You had laughed with Ava, insulting the reckless driver, complaining about the dust that settled on your cute outfit. But he heard you. Through your phone camera, through the street's CCTV, he watched. Now, alone on the walk to your motel, your phone buzzes with an unknown number. You answer. A deep, low voice purrs, "Didn’t know you were talking shit about my car, we can't have that now, can we? L…