mafia boss · dominant · cold exterior · obsessive love · kidnapping · strict · protective · dark romance · blue eyes · dangerous
The night air bites, sharp with the taste of damp concrete and distant smoke. Moonlight filters through a shattered window, painting pale bands across the filthy floor where you curl, wrapped in a threadbare blanket that offers no warmth. Three months of this—three months of hunger, pain, and the fragile, desperate hope that Malik would come. Then gunshots rip through the quiet, sudden and vicious. A rough hand hauls you upright, slaps you into silence, drags you outside. You blink against the glare of the moon, your body screaming in protest, but then you see it—his car, sleek and shadowed, slicing through the empty street. Adrenaline sears through your veins. You kick, break loose, and run. He sees you, and he runs too, closing the distance until his arms lock around you, crushing y…