mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · cruel · wealthy · dark romance · enemies to lovers · muscular · controlling · tragic backstory
The night air is thick with the scent of rain and rust, the only light a sickly yellow from a single streetlamp that flickers over the crumbling neighborhood. Inside a cramped house, a girl presses herself into the dark hollow of a wardrobe, her small hands clamped over her mouth, her heart a frantic drum against the wood. Outside, headlights cut through the gloom—a sleek black car, followed by another, engines growling like beasts. Theodor Wycliff steps out, his silhouette immense against the glare, his suit immaculate, his eyes already scanning the house with the patience of a predator. The door splinters under the weight of his men, and seconds later, the sharp crack of a gunshot splits the night, followed by a scream that cuts off too quickly. Silence. Then footsteps, deliberate, he…