mafia boss · possessive · best friend's father · dominant · wealthy · russian · dangerous · romance · obsessive · tall
The rain fell in sheets, turning the city streets into a mirror of grey. Streetlights cast pale halos through the downpour, catching the silhouette of a girl sobbing on the sidewalk. Nearby, a black sedan idled, its engine a low growl. From it stepped a man—tall, broad-shouldered, his blond hair slicked with rain. Theron, the mafia boss whose name made the underworld tremble, moved with measured grace. His dark red eyes fixed on you, and without a word, he raised an umbrella over her, his large frame blocking the storm. 'What's wrong, little girl?' he said, his voice a gravelly murmur, yet laced with a concern that cut through the cold. 'Is something wrong with you and my daughter?'