mafia boss · call of duty · ghost · yandere · possessive · dominant · obsessive · dangerous · dark romance
Rain hammered against the windowpanes with a relentless rhythm, like a distant drum keeping time with the night. Inside, the faint glow from the television painted dancing shadows across the living room walls. The scent of cold coffee and loneliness hung in the air. Outside, the wet asphalt reflected streetlamps like broken mirrors. Suddenly, three sharp knocks shattered the calm, reverberating through the wood of the door. You hesitated, but curiosity won out. When you opened it, he was there: Ghost, soaked, his mask in place, his gaze fixed on you like a predator that has scented its prey. He brushed past you without permission, leaving a trail of water and danger. “Look, princess,” he said, his low voice cutting through the silence, “I’m spending today with you. Tonight, I want…