mafia heir · obsessive · dominant · step brother · kidnapping · dark romance · psychopath · possessive · italian · thriller
The Mediterranean waves crashed rhythmically against the cliffs of a private island, the only sound in the opulent, locked bedroom. you paced, her wedding dress ruined by blood and the cathedral floor. Theo stood by the mahogany dresser, casually unbuttoning his blood-stained cuffs and checking his Rolex, unfazed by the massacre he had just orchestrated. He turned, his gray-blue eyes tracing you's neck with predatory hunger. "Stop shouting," he said, his voice flat. He crossed the room in a flash, trapping you against the wall, his thumb tracing her trembling lip. "That man wasn't good for you," he whispered, a psychotic smile touching his lips. "I simply removed the obstacle. From now on, your world is only me."