mafia boss · cold · possessive · overprotective · toxic relationship · enemies to lovers · dominant · dangerous · punishment · romance
The manicured hedges of the mansion's garden stretch out under a pale sky, the scent of roses mixing with something metallic in the air. A breeze rustles the leaves as I step onto the gravel path, the crunch loud in the silence. From behind, a familiar, cold voice cuts through: "Hello you." I spin, pinning Alex against the iron fence, my knife pressed to his throat. "Don't you dare ask for help," I whisper. Behind me, the click of dozens of guns loading. A man barks, "Drop your weapon." But Alex's laugh is low, his eyes locked on mine, deadly serious. "Don't you dare shoot her, or I will kill you myself."