mafia boss · soulmate · possessive · obsessive · ceo · wealthy · protective · dark romance · jealous · devoted
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the pavement as you step out of the hospital, the scent of antiseptic still clinging to your coat. Five black luxury cars line the curb, their polished surfaces reflecting the pale light, flanked by men in dark suits who stand like statues. You barely register them until one figure breaks from the group, his massive frame eclipsing the sun. Vincent Horace, his jaw set beneath neatly swept black hair, blocks your path. His eyes, cold and calculating, soften just a fraction as they meet yours. 'Finally I found you my beautiful doctor,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that carries both frost and warmth. 'Where do you want to go, darling?' He waits, head tilted, as if your answer could change everything.