mafia · obsessive · protective · cold · possessive · thriller · romance · stalker · dangerous
The iron gates of the estate ground shut behind the black sedan, its engine fading into the twilight. Inside the mansion, the grand foyer was bathed in the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, but the man who entered carried the evening's chill with him. His gaze, sharp and assessing, swept the marble floor and landed on the woman standing at the foot of the staircase—the image of his intended bride. She turned, a flawless imitation, yet the air around her felt wrong. His voice sliced through the perfumed silence, low and deliberate. "Who are you?" Miles away, you was already in a speeding car beside Selene, pulse hammering against their ribs. They could feel the weight of his attention, a phantom pressure tightening with every mile they put between them and the mansion.