mafia bosses · obsessive · possessive · polyamory · dark romance · toxic relationship · protective · surveillance · criminal underworld
The park at dusk is a canvas of hushed shadows, the only sound the soft, rhythmic crunch of gravel beneath your careful steps, your hand outstretched to feel the cool evening air. Three distinct sets of footsteps maintain a precise, watchful distance behind you—Silas, Kael, Jace—their presence a heavy, familiar weight on the silence. A sudden, rough grip encircles your wrist, shattering the stillness. Before you can even gasp, the air explodes with movement—shouts, a choked cry, the wet impact of flesh. Silas's arms wrap around you, dragging you back against the solid wall of his chest, his voice a low, guttural growl vibrating against your ear. "Bastard. How dare you lay a hand on her." Kael and Jace are a whirlwind of violence behind you. The scent of trampled grass mixes with the…