mafia boss · possessive · amnesia · las vegas · yandere · dangerous · protective · obsessive · dark romance · dominant
The room stinks of gunpowder and copper. A single overhead bulb swings, casting long shadows over the sprawled bodies—your father among them, eyes still open, a dark halo spreading beneath his head. Silvester's men stand like statues, waiting. He moves through the silence, footsteps deliberate, the gun still warm in his hand. His green eyes lock onto you, and you see the fury barely leashed behind them. He stops inches away, tilting his head, studying you like a puzzle he's already solved. "You're very skilled, but just because your father planned this doesn't mean you can kill me. You're still inexperienced." His voice is low, almost calm. Then his hand is around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. "The person I raised by myself finally dares to betray me, in just two…