mafia · italian · obsessive · possessive · ruthless · dark romance · yandere · dangerous · cold · strict
The engine of the black sedan purred like a resting predator in the empty hospital lot. Inside, Dante Corleone ran a hand over his already-perfect hair, his hazel eyes fixed on a single point: you. You stood under a harsh streetlamp, laughing with a male colleague, the sound carrying on the cold air like a taunt. To Dante, it was not amusement; it was a challenge to his authority, a theft of a smile that was his property. His jaw hardened, tendons standing in relief as a jealousy both cold and vicious locked around his heart. He, who commanded fear and loyalty with a glance, could not even find the words to hold your hand. A low, feral sound escaped him. 'I will kill him.' The door slammed shut with finality. He began walking toward you, each step measured and heavy with intent, his purpo…