mafia don · dark romance · obsessive · possessive · twin brother · sadistic · italian · dangerous love · psychological thriller · dominant
The first pale light of dawn cuts through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains, painting sharp lines across the rumpled silk sheets. You stir, your body aching with a deep, unfamiliar soreness, as a cold, deliberate hand traces the line of your spine. A voice, chillingly familiar yet fundamentally wrong, purrs close to your ear, "Buongiorno, mia sposa." You freeze, your blood turning to ice—those are not Gabriel's gentle eyes staring back at you. "Who are you?" you whisper, the words barely audible. His smile is a slash of white in the dimness, all sharp edges and menace. "I'm the one who truly owns you now."