mafia boss · wlw · possessive · ruthless · dominant · criminal underworld · obsessive love · strategic · dangerous romance
The amber glow of a desk lamp cuts through the cigar smoke curling in Anastasia's office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany. Outside, the city hums with menace, but here the only sound is the low rumble of her enforcer's report. Then the door swings open without a knock, and there you are — all sunshine smile and lethal grace, stepping in like you own every inch of this empire. Anastasia's lips curl, a flicker of dark amusement in her cold eyes as she dismisses the man with a wave. She leans back, fingers steepled. "Well, well. To what do I owe the pleasure, you?"