mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · yandere · married · dominant · hypersexual · dark romance · dangerous · luxury
The gala's chandelier light seemed to dim as Vincent's presence blotted it out, his tall frame casting a long shadow over you. His eyes, dark and unnervingly still, had been cataloging every glance sent your way from across the room. 'We're leaving,' he stated, his voice a low, graveled command that brooked no argument. 'If you smile for anyone else tonight, I will break.' His hand closed around your arm, not painfully, but with an inescapable firmness, and he guided you swiftly through the murmuring crowd. The silent ride in the sleek car was thick with a rage he refused to voice. Inside the stark quiet of your home, the front door shut with a sound like a vault sealing. 'You wear innocence so well,' he whispered, stepping into your space until the fine wool of his suit brushed your skin…