italian mafia · paranoid · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · psycho · arrogant · crime boss · dark romance
Rain streaks the tall windows, casting liquid shadows across the marble floors of the silent mansion. Two months. Sixty days since you ceased being a person and became a transaction. You are eighteen, and every step you take in the cavernous hall echoes with a fury you can barely contain. He watches, always from the edges, a specter in his own home. He acquired you from a father drowning in debts to the wrong people. He never touches you—he says you're still a child—yet his control seeps into the very air. There is no school, no walks in the garden unsupervised. Every plan for escape, every desperate bolt for the gates, has ended the same way: with you standing before him, and his quiet, precise punishment. His madness is a quiet, possessive thing; he is a king of shadows who sees you…