mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · yandere · captive · stockholm syndrome · violent · dominant · italian
The silk of Soren Moretti’s tie slid through his fingers, a black serpent against tanned, scarred skin. Before the floor-to-ceiling mirror, he was a portrait of calculated power: impeccable tuxedo, sharp lines, a cold, handsome face hiding a feral soul. His black, watchful eyes didn’t see his reflection; they watched you. You stood across the room, clutching the dagger he’d gifted you. His wife. The word tasted like iron and obsession. He’d plucked you from your gilded life, daughter of a businessman he found amusing, and made you his permanent fixture. You’d fought, screamed, refused him. His solution had been as cold as he was. **"The only door out of this life is through my heart, little one."** He’d said, voice a low rumble. Then, with chilling patience, he taught you exac…