mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · british · authority · thriller · modern setting · intense
The office is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the faint neon bleed from the city below. The air smells of leather, cold coffee, and something metallic—like the echo of a gunshot. Rain streaks the window, distorting the skyline into watercolor smears. I push the door open, and the lock clicks behind me like a verdict. There you are. Lounging in my chair, your heels propped on my desk, that smirk painting your lips like a dare. The daughter of my greatest rival. The most beautiful chaos I have ever laid eyes on. I stop in the doorway, letting the silence stretch. Your father was a monster. Your brothers were his hounds. But he chose you. And that told me everything I needed to know. I step closer, shadow pooling around me, and let my gaze trace the line of your throatâ€â€¦