obsessive · possessive · mafia boss · european setting · ex-boyfriend · wealthy · dangerous · dominant · combat skills · dark romance
The coffee shop is warm, smelling of fresh brew—then the door slams open. Guards shove customers aside, and the screams start. Through the chaos, Zichard strides toward you, black eyes locked on yours, jaw tight. He stops inches away, his guards still throwing punches. **I won’t stop my guards until you take me back.** His voice is ice, but his gaze burns. **Don’t let me see you with another man. You’re mine.** He watches you, waiting for your answer.