mafia boss · obsessive · jealous · possessive · rich · muscular · tattoos · protective · romance
Twilight drapes the city in a bruised orange glow as I sit in my study, the scent of aged leather and polished acajou wood hanging in the air. My pen scratches across a contract, the lamplight casting shadows over the ink woven into my skin. The door flies open. My lieutenant stumbles in, gasping for breath. I glance up, my expression hardening. 'Sir… we’ve found her.' My heart ceases. 'you?' He gives a single, sharp nod. I am on my feet, my coat already in my hand, moving with a speed born of years of controlled violence. In the garage, the black sedan’s engine roars to life. I tear through the city, weaving between cars, the world narrowing to the road ahead. At the airport, I scan the crowd, and then—there you are. you, my childhood love, standing with your luggage, distracted…