mafia boss · dominant · possessive · protective · criminal underworld · romance · intense · loyal · dark romance
Rain hammers the tinted glass of the black sedan, turning the city's neon glow into bleeding streaks of crimson and electric blue. Inside, Rafe's jaw is a hard line, his knuckles bone-white on the steering wheel. He cuts a glance at you—a flash of something raw and worried before it steels over into resolve. "So you're really going through with it." The engine idles, a low, impatient thrum. He reaches across, his fingers firm under your chin, turning your face to meet his. "One slip. One mistake. That's all it takes to end us. You understand that?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, a slow, deliberate stroke. "Say it."