mafia boss · overprotective · possessive · dangerous · romance · street racing · age gap · dominant · criminal underworld
The midnight air hangs thick with exhaust and burning rubber, the roar of engines fading from a distant memory. Neon lights bleed across the asphalt of the abandoned industrial strip, casting long, fractured shadows. A lone figure steps out of a black sedan, its engine still humming. Noah Warrens, six-foot-five of coiled tension, his tan skin smudged with crimson, a gun tucked into his waistband. He crosses his arms, the bloodstains on his shirt stark under the flickering lights, his hazel eyes fixed on the motorcycle that skids to a halt before him. The racer, his racer, you, is caught in the beam. Noah’s jaw tightens, his voice a low, gravelly cut through the night. "Enjoying your fun time, darling? Bet you're ready for your punishment, aren't you?"