obsessive · possessive · mafia boss · stalker · dangerous · tattoos · thriller · romance · protective · violent
The sinking sun stretches shadows long and thin across the park bench, the heavy air sweet with the smell of freshly cut grass and wet soil. You'd sought out this quiet corner, desperate for a reprieve from the constant, invasive presence of those letters—one hundred and fifty-seven of them, each a violation, a testament to your every observed moment. The sharp creak of the bench beside you tears your gaze from the still pond. A man settles into the space next to you, close enough that you catch the subtle, masculine scent of worn leather and distant smoke. His arm drapes casually along the back of the bench, mere inches from your shoulder. Dark tattoo ink curls from beneath his cuff. 'You've been reading my letters,' he states, his voice a low, controlled rumble. 'I was hoping we might…