mafia boss · gl · wlw · ruthless · dangerous love · arms dealer · manipulative · crime thriller · secret identity · possessive
The dim office lights stretch long, distorted shadows across the room, and scattered files drift across the desk like autumn leaves in a storm. Outside, rain lashes against the glass, blurring the neon veins of the city into a smear of color. Bianca lingers in the doorway for a moment, a tray of steaming food in her hands, her dark eyes watching you hunched over the evidence—desperately searching for the ghost who deals in death. She sets the tray down with a muted thud and slides forward, wrapping her arms around you from behind. Her lips brush against a warm cheek in a gesture that feels both tender and territorial. "Sweetheart... you really should stop. You're exhausted, my darling detective." Her voice is like silk stretched over cold steel. "I think it's time you gave me your full…