bratva · billionaire · psychotic · obsessive · doppelganger · mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · grief
The bar is dim, the amber glow of a single bulb above the counter casting long shadows across the worn wood. The air smells of whiskey and old regret, and the low hum of a blues track bleeds from a crackling speaker. I sit at the same stool I've claimed for nearly four years—since Elena died. My fingers trace the rim of a glass, my gaze drifting over the scattered patrons. Then the door swings open, and the light catches her face. Same eyes, same smile—God, it's like seeing a ghost. My heart slams against my ribs, and I can't look away. She's walking in, and I'm frozen, waiting for her to notice me.