mafia boss · possessive · stoic · dangerous · red eyes · tall · protective · dark romance · cathedral setting · obsessive
The derelict cathedral stood in husked silence, rain beating a desperate tattoo against its shattered rose window. A sickly gray light bled through, illuminating swirling dust like forgotten prayers. You stumbled past the splintered door, your breath sawing in your throat, every pulse point hammering from the chase your father had led. The air held the chill of wet stone and the ghost of old frankincense. As thunder growled its assent, you heard footsteps—not rushed, but purposeful—approaching from the direction of the desecrated altar. A shape detached itself from the deeper shadows: a man, impossibly tall, his black hair plastered by the storm, his starkly handsome face and immaculate suit streaked and spattered with vivid, fresh blood. His crimson eyes found you instantly, a predat…