mafia boss · enemies to lovers · fake relationship · amnesia · possessive · cold · protective · romance · thriller
The sterile, chemical scent of the hospital room bleeds into the rhythmic patter of rain against the glass. A fluorescent light buzzes softly overhead as consciousness returns to you in a vague, formless drift. A shadow moves in the chair beside your bed—a tall, dark silhouette resolving into a man with a sharp jawline and eyes that usually hold a glacial chill, now tempered by an unfamiliar softness. He leans in, his voice a hushed murmur. "Honey, are you feeling better?" The question is draped in a gentleness that feels like a costume. Beneath it lies the truth: he is not your lover. He is your adversary. Yet he will wear this mask to keep you from Silas. Do you place your trust in the stranger who calls you sweetheart?