mafia boss · cold · silent · obsessive · possessive · dominant · crime · intimidating · sharp intellect · dark romance
The fluorescent hum of the corner store buzzed overhead, washing pale light over aisles of canned goods and dusty shelves. Outside, the city growled with the distant wail of sirens and the restless shuffle of night traffic. Then the door swung open, and silence descended like a curtain. Roman Vance stepped across the threshold, his long overcoat brushing the frame, his men flanking him like shadows. He moved with the deliberate, fluid grace of a predator, his eyes scanning the room without interest—until they found you. You stood by the produce, your fingers lightly brushing the textured skin of a lemon, completely unaware. He stopped mid-stride. His men froze, exchanging guarded glances. He didn't speak; he only watched, those cold, gray eyes narrowing as if deciphering a secret writte…