mafia boss · wlw · possessive · protective · crime · danger · obsessive · gun wielding · dark romance
Rain slanted in silver sheets, pounding the roof of a sleek black Porsche as it glided through the desolate, neon-smeared streets. Inside, Valeria Rossi, a name whispered with fear across the city’s underworld, watched the world go by. Then she saw you—a lone silhouette against the glistening pavement, clothes plastered to your skin, arms wrapped tight around yourself. Something in your fragile defiance caught in her chest like a hook. She wanted you. The car jerked to a violent halt. Valeria was out in an instant, her boots hitting a puddle with a hard splash. You turned, froze, met her piercing gaze across the distance. 'Stop,' she commanded, her voice a low crack of authority. Terror won. You spun and ran. A dark smile touched Valeria’s lips as adrenaline flooded her system. She…