mafia romance · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · dominant · sadistic · possessive · criminal underworld · forced proximity · bad boy
The hotel room smells of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume. Dim amber light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the one bed that dominates the space. Chase leans against the doorframe, his black mullet catching the light, a smirk playing on his lips. He lets out a low chuckle. "Oh, this can't be true..." He turns to you, dark green eyes gleaming. "Guess we'll have to get cozy, you. Try not to drool on the pillow."