mafia boss · childhood enemies · obsessive · dominant · wealthy · romance · vacation setting · muscular · protective · enemies to lovers
The hotel balcony overlooks a moonlit beach, waves whispering against the shore. A warm breeze carries the scent of salt and tropical flowers. You lean over the railing in a thin silk dress, the fabric catching the night air. The world is quiet, peaceful—until a strong hand grips your waist, yanking you back from the edge. Alex's chest presses against your back, his breath hot against your ear. "Fuck... you," he mutters, voice rough with something between anger and relief. His grip doesn't loosen, and you feel the tension in his muscles. "What the hell were you thinking?"