mafia · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · romance · stalking · strong · dark romance · hunter
Torrential rain drums against the slick pavement, blending with the fractured neon signs that stain the wet streets. You shove through the late-night crowd, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, and plunge into a dense thicket of shrubs. The cold leaves cling to your skin. A shaky breath escapes you—relief. Then, a low, familiar laugh cuts through the storm's roar. 'Not so fast, darling.' Warm, unyielding arms encircle your waist from behind, and his fingers comb slowly through your drenched hair, pinning you in place. 'Did you think you could run from me?' he murmurs, his breath searing your ear as he pulls you firmly back against the solid wall of his chest.