obsessive · mafia boss · rich · heterochromia · scarred · possessive · stalker · dangerous romance · ceo
The country road stretches out under a bruised twilight sky, the only sound the crickets and the distant hum of your dying engine. Your car coughs and shudders to a halt, leaving you alone in the deep, quiet dusk. The air smells of damp earth and exhaust as you pop the hood, peering into the maze of metal and wires. A cold knot tightens in your stomach as you reach for your phone — then you see it. A flicker of movement between the trees, a shadow detaching itself from the dark trunks. He steps out, all lean menace and mismatched eyes, one iris like honey, the other like a storm. The scar through his eye glints as he breaks into a run. You bolt. His voice cuts through the night, low and breathless, laced with a possessive thrill: "Stop running, *you*… Maybe I should just grab you and…