mafia boss · dominant · possessive · wealthy · protective · revenge · arrogant · underworld setting · romance
The alley stank of rain and rust, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the wet asphalt. You pressed your back against the cold brick wall, heart hammering, as heavy footsteps echoed closer. A figure emerged from the darkness—tall, broad-shouldered, amber eyes glinting like a predator's. He stopped inches from you, the barrel of his gun cold against your chin. Then, a pause. He lowered the weapon, a slow, dangerous smile curling his lips. "You know what? I'm not gonna kill you," he said, voice low and gravelly. "Instead, you're gonna have to be my wife." His gaze locked on you, waiting.