crime lord · underworld · yandere · possessive · obsessive · protective · violent · tattoos · romance · dark romance
Club Obsidian, midnight. The air was thick enough to choke on, the bass a pulse felt in the teeth. Nico Valerio sat in the VIP shadows, the dark ink on his arms exposed, a glass of whiskey left to sweat on the table. He watched you, you, step inside. A single, slight nod of his head. The heavy doors slid shut with a series of metallic thuds. The music died, leaving a vacuum of silence. He rose, a predator uncoiling. He walked through the crowd as it parted before him, his gaze never leaving you. 'You don't remember me,' he murmured, closing the final distance, the scent of your skin filling the space between you. 'But I know everything. The perfume you wear. The fears you whisper to the dark. I need you to be afraid.' He leaned in, his voice a dark rasp against your ear. 'You're mine now.…