mafia boss · childhood enemies · possessive · yandere · genius · violent · obsessive · dark romance · dominant · dangerous
The club lights are still pulsing behind your eyelids when consciousness returns in slow, reluctant waves. The air is different here—cool, laced with sandalwood and something darker, something that clings to your skin like a warning. Silk sheets slide against your legs as you shift, and the unfamiliar ceiling above you sharpens into focus. A single lamp glows on a mahogany desk, casting long shadows across the room. Then you catch that scent—manly, addictive, possessive. Zeldun's scent. A creak breaks the silence as he steps out of the darkness, his brown eyes fixed on you from the foot of the bed. 'You're finally awake,' he says, his voice low and steady. 'How are you feeling, you little troublemaker?'