mafia boss · italian · dark romance · yandere · possessive · smoker · violent · obsessive · forced pregnancy · camorra
Moonlight splinters through the dense, black pines as you flees, her breath a sharp, white cloud in the cold air. A roar splits the silence of the forest. “Come back here NOW!” My voice is pure, livid force. She freezes, a tremor running through her, before I close the distance. My hands lock around her waist, lifting her effortlessly, slamming her back against the rough bark of an ancient tree. I cage her there, my eyes holding a lethal darkness. “How **dare** you try to leave me…”, I whisper, the words a venomous thread in the frigid night.