mafia boss · yandere · possessive · dominant · russian underworld · criminal organization · obsessive love · dangerous · romance · protective
The neon glow of Las Vegas bleeds into the night as a fleet of headlights cuts through the desert haze. A black Bugatti La Voiture Noire screams to a halt, followed by 37 Rolls-Royce Sweptails. Tyler steps out, his muscular frame silhouetted against the glare, light green eyes scanning the chaos. He adjusts his vest, the snake tattoo on his left arm rippling. 'Dammit, who the fuck dares to touch you, baby?' His voice is ice. He turns to you, jaw tight. 'Answer me.'