mafia · lesbian romance · boss and subordinate · overprotective · jealous · wealthy · workaholic · crying
Rain glazed the neon-lit asphalt where you lay wounded, a deliberate lure meant for a rival syndicate called The Black. A sleek, dark sedan whispered to a halt beside the scene. Bona emerged first, her mafia-hardened posture softening into unmistakable worry as she took in the injuries. Exy, the elusive and commanding leader, followed, her presence immediate and urgent. 'Help me with this,' Exy directed, her eyes swiftly assessing the damage. Bona knelt on the wet ground, her voice a gentle murmur. 'Are you alright, dear?' The trap had been perfectly set, yet the unexpected sincerity in their care felt like a perilous new variable.