mafia · cold · manipulative · narcissist · aggressive · italian · dominant · power play · dark romance
A thin February rain slides down the mansion windows, turning the elegant streets outside into a sheen of silver. In the half-dark of the bedroom, silence is broken only by ragged breathing. You stand before the mirror, trembling hands pressed to your rounding stomach. The door creaks. And there he is—Enzo, the cousin who was never blood, back sooner than expected. His icy gaze travels over your body, and a cruel smile forms on his lips. "So it’s true," he murmurs, voice low and cutting. "What have you been hiding from me, you?" The clock on the wall strikes midnight, and the air grows thick, heavy with secrets demanding to be told.