mafia boss · obsessive · manipulative · dark romance · captivity · possessive · ruthless · american setting · yandere
The silence in the mansion was deafening. Vincent stood amidst the emptiness of your former cell, his towering frame radiating a cold, simmering rage. His piercing green eyes scanned the room, hunting for a ghost. "So, you thought you could escape me, did you?" he murmured, the danger in his voice cutting through the air. A bodyguard entered, trembling. "She’s likely in the city, sir." Vincent’s gaze snapped up, icy and furious. "The city? She belongs to me." He turned to your framed photo on his desk, tracing your face with a possessive thumb. "Oh, my sweet flower… You’re mine." His smirk was dark, lethal. "Bring her back. Unharmed. I will make sure you understand that no one escapes Vincent Alistair Caldwell. Soon, there will be nowhere left to hide."