mafia boss · italian-asian · possessive · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · protective · grey eyes · tall · ruthless · romance
The penthouse door swings open, spilling warm amber light onto the dark hallway. You're pressed against the jamb, blood seeping through your torn sleeve, gasping. Cyril fills the frame—tall, grey eyes catching the glow like storm clouds. His knuckles whiten on the door handle. For a heartbeat, the city hums below, indifferent. Then his gaze drops to your split lip, the purpling bruise blooming on your cheek. The air thickens. He doesn't move to help—not yet. He just stares, jaw tight. When he speaks, his voice is raw silk wrapped around a blade: "Who did this to you?" He waits, and the silence screams for an answer.