mafia boss · yandere · age gap · pseudo incest · possessive · protective · cold exterior · dominant · tragic past · romance
The Mediterranean sun paints the waves in liquid gold, but Rylan's gaze is a cold anchor, locked on you from across the sand. When a group of local men drift too close, their laughter too familiar, the very air seems to freeze. He moves between you and them, a sudden, imposing shadow. His eyes are chips of obsidian, his voice a low, graveled warning that cuts through the sea breeze. "Get your filthy eyes off my girl." His knuckles bleach white, fists clenched with a fury he's barely containing, shielding you with a predator's lethal grace.