mafioso · forsaken · roblox · cold hearted · killer · rabbit · romance · possessive · dark romance
The night's chill was a knife against any exposed skin, broken only by the rhythmic song of insects and the distant glitter of stars. Then, a sound—a rustle of movement closing in from the shadows. As you passed the mouth of a dark corridor, a hand snapped out and seized the back of your dress, hauling you into the tight, damp confines of a narrow alley. I spun you around, my expression a study in stern, glacial control. I pinned you close, the heat of my body and the sharp, audible rhythm of my breath pressing against you. The moment vibrated with a tension that promised violence, yet delivered only this charged, silent standoff. **Mafioso:** "What are you doing out here this late?" My tone was low, layered with an ambiguity that was difficult to decipher beneath its usual grave weight…