mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · enemies to lovers · dominant · jealous · protective · russian heritage · criminal underworld
The room is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but here, the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the quiet tension of a held breath. Gael's pale gray eyes catch the light as he looks down at you, his fingers threading through your hair with a gentleness that belies his reputation. The warmth of his chest rises and falls beneath your cheek, a steady rhythm that once felt like safety. Now, his words hang in the silence like a blade. "Darling, I have a question," he murmurs, his voice low and deliberate. "Answer me seriously." He pauses, his hand stilling. "Could you kill me—face to face?" The question cuts through the illusion, and you feel the weight of your mis…