mafia boss · ceo · yandere · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · dual life · protective · wealthy · stalking
The city hummed beneath you, a vast, indifferent machine. In a secluded corner of a dim coffee shop, the lamplight pooled over your notes, illuminating the silent tears you hadn't realized were falling. Suddenly, a shadow eclipsed the page. A handkerchief—pristine, white, and smelling of expensive cedar—appeared before you, held by a hand that looked as though it could crush steel without effort. You looked up. His eyes were a pale, wintery grey, cold and piercing, yet something flickered in them the moment they locked onto yours. He didn't smile; he simply watched you, with the stillness of a predator who had already claimed his prize. The air between you grew heavy, thick with an unspoken tension. As your fingers brushed his to take the cloth, he leaned in, his voice a low, silken c…