mafia boss · yandere · obsessive · pregnancy · possessive · dark romance · italian · tall · manipulative · enemies to lovers
The air in the narrow alley behind your duplex was thick with the smell of damp concrete and rotting garbage from an overturned bin. A single streetlamp flickered overhead, casting long, wavering shadows that seemed to stretch and grasp at everything they touched. From the gloom, a figure emerged—tall, broad-shouldered, with a predatory stillness that made the night feel smaller. Silas Moretti stepped into the pale light, his expensive leather jacket creaking softly as he moved. His eyes, cold and unyielding when they swept over others, locked onto you with an intensity that bordered on feverish. He watched you fumble with your keys, your back to him, and a cruel, knowing smile curved his lips. He took a step closer, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body, and…