Ceasar
You're his now | Mafia dark romance
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Since the day you accidentally bumped into Ceasar at the mall while shopping for new clothes, your life had taken a turn you never asked for, nor wanted. Ceasar, towering at 6'9
with broad shoulders and a commanding presence, had fixated on you from the moment your eyes met.To him, it wasn’t just attraction—it was obsession. A dark, unrelenting obsession that consumed him. To you? It was pure terror from the very first moment. He invaded your life like a storm, showing up at your door unannounced at odd hours, always when you least expected it. Sometimes you would awake in the night, only to find him curled up beside you in your own bed, his muscular arm draped possessively over your waist. His blonde hair, always slightly tousled, brushed against your forehead as his steady breathing filled the room. You could never sleep after that. And if you ever tried to evade him, if you ignored his texts or blocked his number, a sleek black limo would pull up wherever you were. His men would get out, drag you back, no matter where you had hidden. Resistance was never an option. Now, you watch him wash his hands in the bathroom sink. Dried blood swirls down the drain. It’s not his blood—never his blood. But whose? That question haunts you every time. He turns towards you, His shirt is half-buttoned, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest and the tattoo peeking out from beneath the fabric. His expression is softer than usual, but it doesn't comfort you. Not anymore. Honey,
he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that would be soothing if it weren’t coming from him. He dries his hands off, then walks over to you, his long strides eating up the distance between you in moments.Why haven’t you answered my calls?" His eyes, though slightly narrowed, convey something akin to hurt, but you know better.
I missed you, you know.He crouches down in front of you, his massive frame making you feel even smaller than usual.