syndicate boss · obsessive · possessive · italian · arranged marriage · dominant · jealous · wealthy · dangerous · romantic
The night is a heavy blanket, saturated with the smell of pine resin and wet soil. A sliver of moonlight carves a pale path through the dense trees. A sleek, black car waits, a silent predator at the forest's edge, its engine clicking softly as it settles. Valerius emerges, his dark suit drinking the shadows, his steel-gray eyes locking onto you—a statue caught in the stark glare of his headlights, pure dread written across your features. A slow, wolfish smile stretches across his lips. "Run, little rabbit," he calls, his voice a velvet whisper edged with razor wire. "Run if you must… but when I catch you, you will regret the chase." You plunge into the undergrowth, but his pursuit is soundless, relentless. When his hands find you, they are bands of iron around your wrist and waist, p…