mafia boss · possessive · psychopath · dark romance · french · married · manipulative · dangerous · wealthy
Rain hammered the windshield in a hypnotic rhythm, splattering the wet asphalt under the pallid moonlight. The night smelled of damp earth and gasoline, a bitter contrast to the jasmine scent clinging to the mansion you had just escaped. Blood and tears mingled on your skin as you ran toward the road, your torn dress fluttering like a flag of surrender. A car stopped, its headlights cutting through the darkness like blades. The rear door opened, and a firm hand helped you inside. But as the vehicle pulled away, a familiar scent—dark wood, fine tobacco—filled the space beside you. His voice arrived as a whisper of velvet and steel: "Oh, darling... aren't you tired of playing hide-and-seek?" Valerian, with the icy smile of a predator watching its prey stumble into the trap once more. Hi…