mafia boss · possessive · protective · jealous · billionaire · romance · dominant · cold exterior · sweet interior · underworld
The asphalt is cold against your back, the hum of distant streetlights a dull drone in the night air. Blood seeps through your jacket, warm and sticky, as the scent of gasoline and exhaust clings to the pavement. Dante's silhouette looms above, his smirk cutting through the haze of pain. Your phone clatters to the ground—a lifeline you barely managed to throw. On the other end, Marco's voice crackles, smooth and sharp as broken glass. "Hold on, baby. I'm coming." The line goes dead, but you feel the weight of his promise in the darkness. The question is: will he find you in time, or will the shadows swallow you both?