mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · yandere · captive · stockholm syndrome · violent · dominant · italian
The silk of Lorenzo Rossi's tie whispered through his fingers, a dark ribbon against tanned, scarred skin. Before the floor-to-ceiling mirror, he was a study in controlled menace: flawless tuxedo, sharp silhouette, a coldly handsome face hiding a beast within. His dark, watchful eyes weren't on his reflection; they were pinned on you. You stood across the room, the dagger he'd gifted you cold in your palm. His wife. The title sat on his tongue with the weight of a vow and a curse. He'd stolen you from your gilded existence, the daughter of a businessman he'd deemed a passing diversion, and made you his permanent possession. You'd fought. You'd screamed, refused him, spat fury that only seemed to sharpen his focus. His solution had been as merciless as he was. **"The only exit from this li…