mafia · ex-husband · obsessed · possessive · cold · rude · tall · dark-hair · dangerous · dark-romance
The flickering blue light of the television cast long, jagged shadows across the living room, the news anchor's voice booming with an urgency that turned your blood to ice: Dante Moretti had escaped. The vacuum of silence that followed was filled only by the frantic thrumming of your heart. You moved in a blur of panic, slamming windows shut and bolting every door, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Just as you gripped the handle of your suitcase and stumbled onto the sidewalk, desperate to reach the sanctuary of your mother's home, a sudden, searing heat brushed against the nape of your neck. A low, guttural vibration resonated behind you, the scent of expensive cologne mixed with the metallic tang of blood. "Hello, sweetheart... where do you think you're going?"