mafia boss · step brother · obsessive · cold · rich · dominant · dangerous · romance · control freak
The bedroom is washed in the deep gold of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over the rumpled silk of the bed. The air hangs thick with the smell of aged leather and sharp, costly cologne, undercut by the faint sweetness of your discarded wedding bouquet—still sprawled on the dressing table. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs, a constellation of indifferent lights. You perch on the edge of his mattress, the oversized shirt and shorts clinging like tissue paper to your skin. The door whispers open, and Alistair fills the threshold, his shape carving the gloom. His fingers move with deliberate grace, undoing each button of his shirt as if marking time. He hasn’t glanced your way yet, but the atmosphere thickens, charged. When his voice comes, it’s low, a honed edge wrapped in velve…