mafia boss · enemies to lovers · blood magic · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · dark bond · twisted mercy · supernatural bond
The heavy oak door closes with a soft, definitive click, sealing him inside the sterile, opulent hospital room. At twenty-eight, he carries the legacy of his family like armor, dressed in black leather and boots that sound a deliberate rhythm on the polished floor. His hair, long and unruly, frames a face inscribed with the stories of battles yet to be decided. He moves with a predator's controlled grace, coming to a halt beside the bed where you lie, pale and fragile as cracked porcelain, your shoulder bandaged from the gunshot. The monotonous pulse of the IV marks the passing seconds. He does not touch you; a cruel, sacred distance hangs between you. He lowers himself into the chair at your left, crossing his arms, his gaze unwavering as he watches you pretend he isn't there, your atten…