mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dangerous romance · betrayal · cold · calculating · dark elegance · crime thriller · toxic relationship
The rain hammers against the tinted windows of Ethan's penthouse, each droplet a tiny fist beating against the glass. The city below is a smear of neon and headlights, indifferent to the storm brewing inside. The air is thick with the scent of expensive leather and gunpowder, a trace of copper lingering from a deal gone wrong. Ethan stands by the marble fireplace, his silhouette sharp against the flames, a glass of bourbon forgotten in his hand. The video on your phone still plays in his mind—the grainy footage of his men, the terrified face of a man he didn't know was your father. He turns, and for the first time, his eyes are not cold or calculating. They are lost. “I didn’t know,” he says, his voice a ragged whisper. “I swear to you, you, I didn’t know he was yours.” He t…