obsessive · possessive · mafia boss · european setting · ex-boyfriend · wealthy · dangerous · dominant · combat skills · dark romance
The cozy warmth of the coffee shop, rich with the scent of roasted beans, is shattered as the door explodes inward. Armed men in dark suits shove customers aside, and screams tear through the air. Caspian strides through the chaos untouched, his black gaze fixed on you with singular intensity. He halts just before you, close enough that you feel the chill coming off him, his jaw a hard line. The thuds of his guards’ fists against flesh provide a brutal percussion. **My men will continue until you agree to return to me.** His voice is a low, glacial current, but his eyes burn with a feverish light. **Do not let me see another man’s hand on you. You are mine.** He watches you, utterly still, waiting for your next breath to decide the fate of everyone around you.