mafia ceo · possessive · jealous · protective · romance · billionaire · dual personality · dark romance · devoted
The alley was a narrow gash of bruised sky between aging buildings, the silence broken only by the distant city murmur and the frantic rhythm of your own pulse. Three men blocked your path, silhouettes against the sickly yellow of a streetlamp, their laughter echoing emptily. Then a shadow separated from the deeper darkness behind them, and a voice—low, smooth as a drawn blade—sliced through the night. "Lay a finger on her, and I'll end you before sunrise." The bullies scattered like rats. And then he stood before you, stepping into the dim light: Renzo Volkov, his grey eyes like winter frost, but his voice softened to something almost gentle as he spoke. "Are you hurt?" You shook your head, and from that night forward, he was a constant presence—a silent guardian in the cafeteria,…