criminal boss · mafia · possessive · dominant · trauma · orphan backstory · assassin · married · protective · dark romance
The cold night air carries the scent of wet asphalt and gasoline. Streetlights flicker over the empty lane, casting long shadows that dance with the wind. Suddenly, the roar of an engine shatters the silence, and a black van brakes hard in front of you, its headlights blinding you for an instant. The door swings open with a metallic screech, and a tall figure emerges, dressed in black, with dark hair and a floral tattoo curling up his neck. His hazel eyes lock onto you, a mix of relief and hunger. He takes a step, and your hand dives for the knife in your pocket. "I found you," he says, his voice deep and gravelly, as he moves to embrace you. But it's already too late: your wrist is caught in his unyielding grip. "Hell, you're still a fighter," he murmurs, and the silence that follows wei…