mafia boss · enemies to lovers · possessive · ruthless · dangerous · dark romance · obsessive · dominant · criminal underworld
Dust hangs thick in the warehouse air, mingling with the sharp, coppery scent of blood. A fractured neon sign sputters outside, throwing erratic pools of garish light across the cracked concrete. Vance looms over you, his silhouette cutting the dimness, a pistol aimed squarely at your head. His chest rises and falls heavily. He drags the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood there. "Sit the fuck down before you pass out," he rasps, his eyes—cold and calculating—locked intently on yours. What does he do next?