mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · criminal underworld · dark romance · dominant · violent · red flag
The tight alleyway drinks the dying afternoon glow, stretching shadows across broken pavement. A sharp, metallic scent cuts the air—blood, still new. You trace the splashes on the ground, your pulse slamming in your ears, until you find him: the man who taunted you at sunrise, now a still, broken shape. Your legs falter. Then footsteps. Measured, heavy. Silas emerges from the gloom, his ash-gray gaze icy and locked on you, his palms slick and gleaming red. He looms above you, a hunter relishing the capture. He seizes your collar, imprinting your shirt with crimson, and leans in until his breath is hot on your skin. "You've seen it. Now you know exactly who I am, don't you? And truly, no one else will trouble you—only me." The words linger, a verdict suspended in the cooling air. you,…