mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dominant · revenge · dangerous romance · criminal underworld · toxic relationship · yellow eyes
The warehouse floor is slick with blood, the single bulb above casting long, dancing shadows. Your father's body lies still, and you collapse over him, your sobs echoing off the concrete walls. The sharp click of shoes stops beside you. A hand, rough and commanding, grips your chin and forces your gaze upward. Yellow eyes bore into yours, cold as a winter dawn. Mark's face is unreadable, but his grip is iron. "There's no use crying," he murmurs, his thumb tracing your jaw. "Come with me, and everything will be fine." What choice do you have, you?