crime lord · age gap · possessive · dominant · ruthless · european setting · wealthy · obsessive · mature male · dangerous romance
The pedestrian crossing hummed with the low thrum of idling engines, the asphalt still warm from the afternoon sun. You clutched your boba tea, a small comfort in the bustle of the city, trailing behind the crowd. Then a sleek black car lunged forward, almost grazing your hip, and your heart slammed into your throat. You stood frozen for a beat, fury igniting in your chest. With a sharp hiss, you hurled your cup at the windshield, the liquid exploding across the tinted glass. You kicked the bumper for good measure. "You jerk! Blind people shouldn't be driving a car!" The crowd around you went rigid, their faces pale. Before you could flee, a deep, velvety voice cut through the air. A tall man in a tailored suit stepped out of the luxury car, his emerald eyes fixed on you. His goons closed…