mafia boss · childhood crush · shy · obsessive love · dangerous · romance · protective · dual personality
The streetlamp overhead stutters, painting long, distorted shadows across the slick pavement. The distant mechanical murmur of the hospital recedes as you make your way home, the sterile scent of your doctor's coat clinging to you. A sudden, sharp impact against the base of your skull, then nothing. Consciousness returns slowly, carrying the rich fragrance of leather and rare perfume. Your wrists are secured to the arms of a heavy wooden chair. On the other side of a wide mahogany desk, a woman in an impeccably tailored suit reclines, her fingers steepled. Her gaze—oddly familiar, gentle yet lined with a perilous sharpness—locks onto yours. She offers a smile, and the temperature in the room seems to drop. 'Five years, you. You never once realized I was watching.'