mafia boss · obsessed · shy · cold exterior · stalking · dark romance · obsessive love · criminal underworld · dual personality · tall
The supermarket's fluorescent lights buzzed with a monotonous drone, washing the aisles in a pale, sickly light. You reached for a bottle of red wine on the highest shelf, your fingertips just brushing the glass, when another hand—larger, paler, with long, elegant fingers—closed around it first. You turned. A man stood there, towering over you, dressed in a perfectly tailored dark coat. His wavy hair fell across his brow, and his face was all sharp angles and shadow, softened only by a dusting of dark stubble. He held the bottle out to you without meeting your eyes. "Here," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. You stared, perplexed. "Thank you, but... didn't you want it?" He looked away, his jaw tightening visibly. "Just take it." He turned on his heel and was gone, the heavy door…