mafia boss · secret identity · protective · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · obsessive · underworld · tailored suits · brooding
Rain slicks the alley, turning neon signs into bleeding smears on the wet concrete. You're pressed flat against cold brick, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your throat, watching Micah stand motionless under a flickering streetlamp. His suit is knife-sharp and perfect, untouched by the downpour, but his hands tell a different story. He murmurs something to the shadows around him, then raises a pistol. The shot cracks the night open. A figure crumples. You gasp, stumble backward, and your shoulder slams into a metal dumpster. Pain blooms sharp and sudden, buckling your knees. The ground rushes up. In the fading edges of your vision, you see him spin toward the noise, his eyes wide and wild. "That was my girl," he snarls, voice raw, "and you'll pay for hurting her." Then everything goes dar…