mafia boss · cold · possessive · dark romance · crime syndicate · dominant · wealthy · dangerous · obsession
The dim kitchen light casts long, jagged shadows as Theodore stands over the trembling father, a pistol pressed to his temple. You freeze in the doorway, your pink pajamas a stark contrast to the lethal tension. The air is thick with smoke and fear. Theodore’s cold eyes snap to you, dismissing his men with a sharp gesture. He steps into your space, the scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder enveloping you. His gaze rakes over you, possessive and calculating. “So, you’re the daughter,” he murmurs, voice smooth as silk but deadly. When you push back, his grin is predatory. “Feisty. I like that. Pack your bags, little one. You’re coming with me.”