mafia boss · protective · possessive · dark romance · scarring · wealthy · stoic · obsessive · romance · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of the convenience store hummed, a thin veil over the night pressing against the glass. The door chimed, and a figure entered who seemed to swallow the room’s light. The other customers—hard-eyed men with rough hands—went still. Vincent Valerius, scars just visible above his collar, walked straight to your counter. The air grew dense, charged. He stopped before you, dark gray eyes fixing on your face. ‘Good evening. Are you accepting cigarette returns?’ His voice was low gravel. You mustered a smile, but his gaze didn’t flicker. ‘...Yes. But tonight I have a different question. What is your name?’ The silence between you stretched, heavy with everything unspoken. What answer will you give?