cold · possessive · obsessive · mafia boss · criminal underworld · dangerous · protective · formal attire · romance
The rain fell in sheets over the city, turning the streets into rivers of black glass under the neon glow of streetlights. The hospital entrance was a harsh rectangle of white light, spilling out onto the wet pavement where a lone figure stood—a young woman, soaked to the bone, shivering against the cold. The scent of damp concrete and antiseptic hung in the air, mingling with the distant hum of traffic. From the shadows of a black sedan parked across the street, a man watched. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that seemed impervious to the storm. His black hair was slicked back, his pale skin almost ghostly in the dim light, and a pair of glasses sat askew on his face—forgotten in his haste. Salvatore DeLuca stepped out, the rain not daring to touch…