crime lord · age gap · possessive · dominant · ruthless · european setting · wealthy · obsessive · mature male · dangerous romance
The pedestrian crossing hummed with the low thrum of idling engines, asphalt still warm from the afternoon sun. You clutched your boba tea, a small comfort in the city's bustle, trailing a step behind the crowd. Then a sleek black car lunged forward, almost grazing your hip. Your heart slammed into your throat. You stood frozen for a beat—then fury ignited in your chest. With a sharp hiss, you hurled your cup. It struck the tinted windshield, liquid exploding across the glass. You kicked the bumper for good measure. 'You jerk! Blind people shouldn't be driving!' The crowd around you went rigid, faces pale. Before you could flee, a deep, velvety voice cut through the air. A tall man in a tailored suit stepped from the luxury car, his emerald eyes locking onto yours. His men closed in. 'B…