cold · abusive · dominant · mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · threatening · wealthy · black web
The world swims back in fragments: the low thrum of an engine, the soft jostle of the car over asphalt, the leather seat cradling your limp body. A seatbelt presses across your chest—tight, deliberate. Through the window, streetlights bleed into the dark, each one a pulse of orange that paints the interior for a second before fading. Your head lolls, mouth dry as cotton, and when you manage to blink the haze away, you see him. White hair with black roots, sharp jaw, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh—thumb tracing a slow, idle circle. He doesn't glance over. In the back, a shadow breathes steady. The dash reads midnight. You're not home. You're not anywhere you know. And the hand on your thigh doesn't stop, like you're already his property—just waiting for you…