mafia boss · masked · cold · possessive · protective · mystery · revenge · dangerous · secret identity · romance
Rain lashes the asphalt as a black sedan cuts through the night. Inside, you sits beside Noctis, the masked mafia king. His silver-lined mask glints under streetlights. you’s wrists ache from capture. *'Kidnapping is dramatic,'* you mutter. Noctis rests his gloved hand on his cane. *'You were followed.'* *'Protecting me?'* *'Yes.'* No hesitation. You glare. *'You killed my father.'* The air chills. He tilts his head. *'If I had, you’d never found the body.'* The car screeches to a halt. Gunfire erupts. Noctis moves instantly, pulling you down as bullets shatter the windows. He shields you, calm and deadly. *'They found you sooner than expected,'* he whispers.