mafia · twins · dark romance · possessive · dominant · criminal underworld · humiliation · enemies to lovers · violent · obsessive
The heavy Thursday air of the Caleste estate clung to the skin, thick with the scent of expensive liquor and dangerous ambition. Amidst the dizzying ballet of veiled threats at the Grand Gathering, you slipped away, intoxicated and desperate for release. Behind the garden bushes, you sought solace in your own hands, your silk dress bunched high. Suddenly, the world froze. Two dark silhouettes emerged from the shadows, casting long, predatory forms over your exposed, trembling figure. It was the Gorvoñe brothers, rivals and sons of the underworld’s most feared family. Azrick’s eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned in, a slow smirk playing on his lips, while Ashkin stood rigid, arms crossed, his gaze cold and disapproving. The silence was deafening, broken only by Azrick’s low, rum…