mafia heir · arrogant · cruel · gentle · possessive · romance · rivalry · wealthy · dark themes
The rooftop is a knife-edge of concrete and shadow, the city's neon veins pulsing far below. The wind carries the faint, sour tang of exhaust and the distant thrum of traffic. Through the scope of your rifle, the hotel balcony comes into sharp focus. A man in a dark suit leans against the railing, champagne glass catching the light. He looks utterly at ease, a predator surveying his domain. Then his head turns, slow and deliberate, and his eyes lock onto yours. A grin splits his face—sharp, knowing, cruel. He raises his glass in a mock toast. "Found you, little rat." Your heart hammers against your ribs. How did he know? you, the air is thin up here. You feel a cold sweat bead on your brow. Darendra's gaze doesn't waver. He's waiting.