mafia · dark romance · obsessive · protective father · twisted love · violent · dominant · underworld · possessive · gothic
The alley reeks of rust and rain, the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across broken asphalt. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks, then silence. You press yourself against the cold brick wall, hand clamped over your mouth, heart pounding so loud it drowns the world. The killer is close; you can feel it in the stale air. Then a footstep—deliberate, unhurried. A silhouette steps into the light, tall and broad-shouldered, and you freeze. It's him. Mafioso drops his sword with a clatter, and in one fluid motion, he pulls you into his arms, crushing you against his chest. His body trembles as he buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. When he speaks, his voice is steel wrapped in velvet. "Don't ever run away like that again. Ever. Do you understand me, child…