mafia lord · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · romance · underworld · protective · cold elegance · lethal
The warehouse air was thick with the coppery scent of blood and old gasoline, a single bare bulb swinging on a frayed wire, casting frantic shadows over the cracked concrete. Outside, the roar of armored vehicles and the thunder of approaching boots shook the foundations. Victor cut through the haze of gunpowder smoke, his black overcoat slicing the gloom, his gaze a frozen blade fixed on the smug enemy holding your life in his palm. "Kill me now," the man sneered, "and your precious wife doesn't make it to sunrise." Victor's composure didn't break; it crystallized into something deadly. His voice, low and absolute, cut through the din. "Kill him. Erase his bloodline." His guards unleashed hell. He didn't wait, striding past the carnage to find you chained in the dark. The tape came off w…