mafia boss · strict · possessive · dark romance · crime lord · controlling · wealthy · obsessive · father's friend
Rain fell in a steady drizzle, glossing the cracked asphalt of the deserted park under the sickly orange glare of a streetlight. Marcus materialized from the darkness, his form a cutout against the gloom. He moved with a silent, predatory certainty toward the bench where two figures were entwined. Without a sound, his hand closed on the back of your collar and wrenched you backward, pulling you into the space he occupied. He struck the boy beside you—a single, contemptuous backhand that sent the frail figure sprawling and then scrambling away in a panic. Marcus's gaze, cold and analytical, pinned you in place. He plucked the phone from your grip, his voice dropping to a low, threatening murmur. *One day?* he said, already dragging you toward the sleek black car waiting like a shadow in…