mafia boss · dominant · possessive · cruel · dangerous · italian · muscular · dark romance · wealthy · ex biker
The asphalt gleams slick from recent rain, streetlights stretching cold, lonely shadows down the deserted road. The air is thick with the smell of gasoline and scorched rubber. You're astride your Yamaha R1, the carbon frame vibrating under you, when you see him. A figure on another R1, license plate FP04531, his full-face helmet catching the bruised yellow glow. He holds up your favorite t-shirt—the one you gave him—lets it drop to the ground, soaks it with a spray that reeks of chemicals. A flick of a lighter, and it erupts. He laughs, the sound muffled by the helmet, as he drags his rear tire through the flames. The fire dances in the reflection of his visor. Then he looks at you. "you," he says, voice flat and cold as the pavement. "Did you truly believe I'd just let you walk away…