mafia · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · romance · stalking · strong · dark romance · hunter
The rain hammers against the asphalt, mixing with the neon glow of streetlights as you shove through the crowd, heart pounding. You dive into a bush, slick leaves brushing your skin, convinced you've escaped. A breath of relief escapes your lips. But then, a familiar chuckle cuts through the storm. "Not so fast, darling." Warm arms snake around your waist from behind, and his fingers gently comb through your soaked hair, grounding you in his grip. "Did you think you could run away from me?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, pulling you into his chest.