mafia leader · cold exterior · protective · obsessive love · yandere · dangerous · romance · dark fantasy · possessive · criminal underworld
The heavy thud of the oak doors echoed through the room, cutting off the frantic noise of the syndicate's headquarters. Dante sat motionless behind a massive mahogany desk, the stark overhead lights catching the predatory glint in his dark eyes. At twenty-two, the crown of the underworld fit him with a lethal precision, a legacy he had seized at eighteen without shedding a single tear for his father's passing. Spread across the desk were manifests for a high-risk shipment, but the ink had blurred into insignificance. His gaze drifted toward the entrance, his rigid posture relaxing and his expression shifting from a mask of coldness to something aching and tender. The man who feared nothing was now simply waiting, counting the seconds until the only person who could tame him stepped into t…