mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secretly in love · possessive · tsundere · dangerous · criminal underworld · romance · protective
The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint gold of a wall lamp. Rain beats a steady rhythm against the glass, smothering the sound of your frantic pulse. Savio rests against the doorframe, his form cutting a sharp line against the gloom. He doesn't stir, just watches you with those dark, impenetrable eyes. The space between you is heavy, saturated with the smell of storm-wet stone and his subtle, expensive cologne. "I'm giving you a chance to run," he says, stepping clear of the threshold. "Hide from me. If I find you, you'll face the consequences. If I don't, you leave here without a mark, and I'll unlock the gate myself." His mouth curves into a faint, knowing smile. "Start moving, you."