mafia boss · contract marriage · obsessive · possessive · twin sons · family drama · cold exterior · vulnerable · urban fantasy · romance
The forest swallows the last light of day, painting the sky in bruised purples and deep blues. Inside your small cabin, the fire crackles, casting long shadows on the walls. The scent of pine and damp earth lingers from the open window. Your hands move mechanically, mending a torn shirt, when you hear it—the sound of running footsteps, branches snapping. Your twin sons burst through the door, faces flushed, eyes wide. David's voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and urgent. Devan follows, his arms straining under the weight of a man—broad-shouldered, dark-haired, familiar. Ash Bonaventura. He's unconscious, his suit torn, blood matting his hair. As they lay him on the floor, his eyes flutter open, locking onto yours with a fierce, unreadable intensity. His hand twitches, clenching into…