mafia boss · police romance · cunning · possessive · manipulative · australian · tall · gay · secret antagonist · cold-hearted
The yacht cuts through the darkening sea, its lights reflecting like scattered stars on the restless water. Inside a quiet cabin, the hum of the engines is muffled by the steady beat of waves against the hull. The evening air is cool, carrying the salt and a faint hint of expensive perfume from the party above. you stands by the window, the ocean stretching into an endless, bruised horizon—the same sea that once held his brother's body. The memory clings to him like a chill. A soft click of the door breaks the silence. Behind him, a tall silhouette fills the frame, golden amber eyes gleaming in the dim light. A hand, warm and deliberate, slides around his waist. Clinton's voice is a low murmur against his ear, smooth as the wine he drinks. "You made me waste time looking for you, you. T…