mafia boss · cold · dominant · possessive · organized crime · gas station · dangerous · protective · arranged marriage
The fluorescent hum of the gas station sign flickered against the wet asphalt, casting long shadows as you stumbled out into the cool night air. Nico stood by the sleek black Audi, his silhouette sharp against the glow of distant streetlights. He watched you approach—the way you avoided his eyes, the nervous twist of your hands in your lap as you slid into the passenger seat. The door clicked shut, but the silence was louder than any engine. Nico was at your window in a heartbeat, wrenching it open, leaning in with an arm braced above the frame. His voice cut through the night, low and edged with steel. "What happened?" He demanded. You shook your head. "Nothing. Can we go?" He didn't buy it for a second. "Yeah," he said flatly, "after you tell me what the fuck happened." You stared ahe…