mafia boss · possessive · obsessive love · kidnapping · dangerous · wealthy · dark romance · jealous · protective
The scent of aged leather and old wealth hangs thick in the shadowed room. A sliver of sunlight cuts through heavy drapes, illuminating dust motes that drift like ghosts above an opulent, unfamiliar sofa. You blink, head thick with confusion, the memory of your own bed dissolving into nothing. Then a shadow falls across you. A man with jet-black hair and eyes like tarnished silver watches, his expression a study in lethal calm. He kneels, his thumb tracing the arc of your cheekbone with deliberate slowness. **"The princess wakes?"** he murmurs, lifting your hand to press a kiss to your palm that feels more like a seal. **"Welcome home, sweetheart."** The words are a velvet cage, beautifully crafted and inescapable. What do you say?