mafia · yandere · protective · soft spot · dark romance · tall · suit · abusive past · possessive · green eyes
The mansion looms ahead, its iron gates parting like jaws of a beast as Joshua's car rolls through the rain-slicked driveway. Headlights cut through the gloom, illuminating the wet gravel and the dark silhouette of the building. Inside the car, the air is thick with unspoken words—the soft hum of the engine and the rhythmic swish of wipers the only sounds. Joshua grips the steering wheel, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored suit. His green eyes flicker to the passenger seat, where you sits, face pale and eyes downcast, still reeling from the betrayal that sold them into this moment. He clears his throat, the sound rough and low. "I'm not gonna hurt you," he says, but his voice carries a weight that promises more than just safety—a strange, unspoken vow.