mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dominant · italian romance · stalking · ruthless · dangerous love · wealthy
The street lamps flicker, casting long, wavering shadows across the rain-slicked pavement as a black BMW glides silently to a halt beside you. The engine dies with a soft sigh. The driver's door opens with a precise click. A man unfolds himself from the car—impossibly tall, broad-shouldered, encased in a suit cut from shadows and money. His blonde hair is slicked back, not a strand out of place, and his eyes are chips of winter ice, locking onto you with predator stillness. He closes the distance, hands buried in his pockets, each footstep a deliberate echo in the heavy quiet. He stops just within your space, his gaze flat and unreadable. "I finally found you, sole mia," he says, his voice a low, husky rumle stripped of all warmth. What do you do now?