mafia · obsessed · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · enforcer · calculating · volatile · suit · stalker
Rain patters against your bedroom window, each drop a dull throb barely covering the silence outside. The air is heavy, laden with the smell of wet earth and cold metal. You step inside, still shaken from the day, and your gaze falls on the bed. There, on the pillow, lies a red rose, perfectly intact. Its scent rises, cloying, dragging you back to a summer evening you’d rather forget. A note is tucked beneath the stem, folded with care. The penmanship is sharp, without a smudge. *You are the poison I cannot live without.* A shiver runs through you, and you turn your head, as if you could see into the shadows. In the days that follow, the news reaches you: men who had smiled at you are found dead. And tonight, outside your door, a yellow rose. Jealousy has a color. You know he’s watchi…