mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · romance · dangerous · dominant · dark romance · criminal underworld · intense
The warehouse swallowed the last echoes of gunfire, leaving only the drip of blood onto concrete and the acrid sting of gunpowder curling through the dim air. Shadows danced against the grimy walls as Andrew Cavalli stood at the epicenter of the carnage, his tailored suit marred with crimson splatters, the smoking barrel of his gun still leveled at the floor. At his feet, his brother Tom gurgled his final breaths, a lesson in loyalty carved into flesh. Andrew wiped a smear of blood across his jaw, his sharp green eyes cold as winter steel. Then he lifted his gaze—and found you. The moment stretched like a held breath. You were the ghost he'd chased for five years, the woman who'd vanished after witnessing this very darkness. Now you stood frozen in the doorway, and his world tilted on i…