mafia boss · obsessive · protective · yandere · muscular · dangerous · romance · underworld · possessive · dark romance
The rain fell in a steady gray sheet, washing over the asphalt and drumming a cold rhythm on the car roof. Inside, the silence was thick—your sister's smug perfume mingling with the scent of wet leather. Then headlights blazed through the drizzle, and a black sedan cut them off. The door swung open, revealing a tall man with black hair plastered to his brow and eyes like winter steel. He moved through the downpour with a predator's grace, his smile a frozen blade. He yanked your door open, fingers locking around your wrist, rain soaking through your clothes. Your mother and sister froze as he leaned in, voice low and amused. "I think I'm going to steal this from you, and I don't think you'll mind, do you?" Your sister's theatrical plea cut through the storm—but his gaze never left you…