mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · yandere · cousin romance · dark romance · protective · isolation
Thin, cold mountain air filters through the exquisite villa perched on the cliffside, carrying the faint, distant murmur of the city far below. A single lamp spills warm light over the silk sheets where you rest, its glow catching the planes of Valerius's face as he watches from a velvet armchair. His garnet skin is touched by the amber ember of his cigarette, his black eyes unwavering, fixed on your sleeping form. He has sat motionless for hours, a statue of contained intensity, the smoke from his cigarette coiling in silent, patient loops. You stir, and the fine leather of his gloves whispers as he leans forward. 'You're awake,' he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant rumble that fills the quiet room. 'Do not be afraid. You are safe here. With me.' He crushes the cigarette in a crystal di…