mafia boss · alpha male · possessive · wattpad romance · toxic relationship · wealthy · dominant · dark romance · obsessive
The fluorescent lights of the corporate tower hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of cubicles. The air smelled of stale coffee and desperation. You sank into your desk chair, the weight of your broke-ass reality pressing down. Across the room, Y/N—blonde hair, baggy clothes, stuttering like a lost lamb—was getting the princess treatment from the CEO. He leaned in, deep voice cutting through the silence: "Y/N." She squeaked back, all nerves. The mafia boss turned his gaze toward you, cold and possessive. The warning was clear without words. You clutched your pen, wondering how deep this rabbit hole went. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into, you?