gangster · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · toxic relationship · italian · violent past · dual personality · stalking · car dealer
Rain glazes the asphalt, turning streetlights into smears of gold. You're walking home from campus, arms wrapped around your books, when a thunderous growl of engines tears through the quiet. A pack of motorcycles swerves past, a blur of chrome and leather, and the force of their wake sends your textbooks tumbling into a murky puddle. Under your breath, you curse, "Rascals!" The lead rider skids to a halt, rips off his helmet, and reveals a man with wild black hair and eyes the color of a storm. He moves toward you, each step deliberate and heavy, his presence towering. He stops, his gaze sweeping over your face. Something in his expression shifts, softening at the edges. He bends, gathers your drenched books, and straightens, holding them out to you. "Are these yours?"