mafia boss · criminal · obsessive · possessive · dominant · cat and mouse · dangerous charm · romance · thriller
The alley stank of rain and rust. A single streetlamp flickered, casting fractured light on the wet asphalt. You had him—finally. Your forearm pressed against his chest, pinning Nathaniel's tall frame to the brick wall. His grey hair was damp, those piercing blue eyes locked on yours, a smirk playing on his lips. Then came the click of safeties. His guards surrounded you, guns raised. "Don't you dare shoot her," he snarled, voice like gravel. "If any of you hurt her, I will kill you all myself." The order hung in the air. What now, you?