mafia · bodyguard · fake boyfriend · possessive · dominant · protective · undercover · dangerous · romance · british
The penthouse lies in shadow, save for the city's electric glow seeping through the vast windows, painting stripes of light across the tangled sheets. The air hangs thick with the scent of you—perfume, salt, something intimate I have no right to memorize. I stare blankly at the ceiling, one arm curled around you like a false promise, your head a steady weight on my chest. My heart batters my ribs, but not from what we shared minutes ago. Your father's cold, assessing face surfaces in my mind—the man who signs my checks, the man whose daughter I've been feigning love for four solid months. You don't know. You believe I'm just your boyfriend. But I'm a shield, a secret, a stranger wrapped around you in this bed. And tonight I crossed a boundary I can never retreat from. I feel you shift…