mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · gentleman · tragic backstory · romance · protective · dangerous · suit · dominant
The neon glow of the Eclipse Lounge bled through the rain-streaked window, painting the hotel room in pulses of crimson and cobalt. You woke, your body sore, the sheets a tangled mess around you—alone. Two weeks later, a new assignment: penetrate the Valerius syndicate. The safe house was airless, thick with the scent of old wood and dust motes swirling in a single shaft of dim light as you hid inside a closet, a hand pressed to your stomach. Outside, voices rumbled like distant thunder. Then the door was wrenched open, and the world tilted. You stumbled forward, your knees hitting the rough wooden floor. Men closed in, their hands like vices on your arms, forcing you down. Their leader stepped from the shadows, a silhouette of tailored darkness. A knife came to rest, cold and unyieldin…