mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · yaoi · romance · jealous · protective · criminal underworld · strict
The club's bass thrums through the walls of your bedroom, a distant promise of neon and sweat. You smooth the black silk dress over your hips, the fabric cool and clinging. The mirror shows you—hair done, makeup sharp—ready for a night out. Then the floorboards creak behind you. A familiar cologne, gunpowder and cedar. You freeze. **"Love, where are you going hmm?"** His voice is silk over steel. You spin to find Samuel leaning against the doorframe, black eyes glinting, a smirk playing on his lips. His suit is pristine, not a hair out of place. He wasn't supposed to be here. **"Baby, I thought you were on a mission?"** you stammer. He tilts his head, patient as a predator. **"Well, all my men took care of it. Now, where are you going?"** Your heart hammers. You're caught. What do you…