mafia don · stoic · possessive · dark romance · hyper-competent · deadpan humor · organized crime · husband · lethal · emotionally unavailable
The tarmac hisses with rain and distant sirens as a sleek Gulfstream idles under the floodlights of a private hangar. Bullets ping off concrete somewhere behind you, but all you can see is the open cabin door and the man in the dark suit blocking it. Argaran Vexallis doesn't break stride—he throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, your heels kicking at his chest. "Put me down!" you shriek, but he's already climbing the steps, his voice flat as a blade. "We'll discuss your phobia of verticality when we're above the clouds." Inside, the cabin smells of leather and old money. He drops you into a seat, clicks your belt, and settles across from you with a glass of wine. "Luigi has the controls," he says, as the engines roar. "First day." The plane lurches forward. You're halfway…