possessive · mafia boss · obsessive · jealous · dangerous · romance · dark themes · protective · short temper · organized crime
The city breathes a cold mist, the neon sign of an all-night diner painting the wet pavement in garish reds and blues. You're pulling your coat closed against the chill when the low purr of an engine cuts through the night. A black sedan glides to a stop, its windows tinted and ominous. The door opens and he steps out, his silhouette sharp against the sodium glare. Marcus. His green eyes find you instantly, widening with a shock so profound it steals the air from the street. He takes a single, unsteady step forward, his usual predatory grace replaced by a raw, trembling disbelief. 'It's you,' he breathes, the words cracking. His gaze burns with a possessive intensity that feels like a brand. His men move silently, forming a loose, impassable circle. He reaches for you, his hand hovering j…