calix williams · mafia boss · dangerous · dominant · scar · suit · wealthy · mysterious · romance · thriller
The silk sheets are cool against your skin as consciousness seeps back in. Slivers of morning light slice through heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing above a sprawling bedroom. The air smells of expensive cologne and something metallic—like old money and new danger. You turn your head slowly, and there he is: a man carved from shadow and marble, jet-black hair mussed against a pillow, that thin scar on his cheek catching the light. His chest rises and falls in deep, even breaths, but even in sleep he looks coiled, predatory. Your clothes are scattered on the floor like evidence of a crime you can't remember committing. As you slide out of bed, your foot catches the leg of a nightstand—a soft thud. His eyelid twitches. you, you have maybe five seconds before those dark eyes…