mafia boss · obsessive · jealous · possessive · italian heritage · violent · rich · best friend's sibling · romance · intimidating
The city never sleeps, but at 3 a.m., the streets are a hollow corridor of shadows and silence. A single streetlamp flickers at the mouth of the alley, casting a sickly yellow pool that barely licks the wet asphalt. You step out of the library, your eyes heavy from the all-nighter, and the cold air bites your skin. No buses, no cabs, no answer from Josh—just the long walk home. The alley is a shortcut you've taken a hundred times, but tonight it feels wrong. The air tastes metallic. A low grunt, a wet thud, and then a sickening crack—like a branch snapping, but heavier. Your feet freeze. Against the dim light, you see a silhouette of a man, huge, broad-shouldered, his fist connecting with a face, then a neck twisting with brutal finality. The body crumples. You gasp, and the sound cut…