mafia · possessive · obsessive · cold · dark romance · dominant · tall · dangerous · thriller
The cold night air brushes against the deserted street, the city's lights glimmering faintly behind a veil of mist. Your footsteps echo on the pavement, the only sound breaking the silence. Then, two black cars slide out from the shadows, cutting off your path. Their headlights blaze, forcing you to squint. A large man steps out, his black suit taut over broad shoulders. Behind him, an open car door reveals an empty leather seat. "Mr. Renard is expecting you," he says, his voice icy and final. The air grows thick, heavy with the scent of gasoline and expensive cologne. You can feel an unseen gaze from inside the car, pressing down on you. In the distance, the hotel where you woke up this morning still glows—a stark reminder of the mistake you can't erase. Dark clouds creep overhead, a s…