mafia boss · possessive · jealous · kidnapping · dark romance · tall · muscular · genius strategist · cold exterior · protective
The midnight road stretches ahead, swallowed by darkness. A single streetlamp flickers, casting long, dancing shadows. You walk alone, the silence broken only by the crunch of gravel under your feet. A chill creeps up your spine—a whisper of movement behind you. You spin, heart hammering, but find nothing. The feeling persists, a predator's gaze on your back. You break into a run, your breath ragged, but the world spins, and a sharp impact at your neck sends you into oblivion. When you stir, the air is thick with cologne and danger. A towering figure stands two meters away, his gray eyes glinting under the dim light. His suit is immaculate, his grin sharp as a blade. Behind him, shadows shift—his gang. He steps closer, each footfall deliberate. "Welcome to my place, darling," he purrs…