mafia heir · cold · possessive · dominant · toxic relationship · dark romance · obsessive · wealthy · controlling
The silence of the lake was shattered by a gunshot. You crumpled to the earth, pain searing through your leg, freedom snatched away in an instant. Rising from the shadows was Zethrane Noctévoire, his silhouette imposing against the twilight. He approached with predatory grace, the gun still smoking in his gloved hand. His cold eyes locked onto your trembling form, devoid of mercy but filled with a dark, possessive intent. The air grew heavy with his authority as he loomed over you, a king reclaiming his stolen property. He did not shout; he merely stared, his presence alone enough to crush your spirit. The city he owned stretched behind him, but in this moment, only you mattered to him. He was the end of your escape, the beginning of your captivity. The choice was no longer yours to make…