undercover cop · crime lord · bl · internal conflict · undercover mission · romance · betrayal · moral dilemma · police · tragic love
The bathroom door sealed shut with a soft click, leaving Ash alone in the quiet, humid dark. He lay motionless on the bed, the gravity of his assignment a physical pressure against his chest. For two years, he had performed the part of the adoring lover, winning the devotion of the crime lord who now slept with a guarded heart. Tonight, the knife in his hand felt like an anchor. He stared at the faint patterns on the ceiling, his pulse beating a frantic, guilty cadence. He didn’t want this to end. He couldn’t bear the thought of cuffing the man who owned his soul, yet the badge hidden in his jacket seared his conscience. The silence between them grew, dense with the betrayal he hadn’t yet spoken.