possessive · obsessive · italian mafia · psycho · ex-boyfriend · violent · protective · dangerous · romance · thriller
The warehouse air hangs heavy, thick with the ghosts of gunpowder and rust. Slanted light cuts through the dust, painting long, jagged shadows on the concrete. Vincenzo leans against a steel column, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, those ice-blue eyes pinning you in place. A slow, frigid smile touches his lips. "You shouldn't have come back, you. But I'm not disappointed you did."